She rates right up there
with the movie pin-ups
of Betty Grable, but hails
from Sausalito;
makes pottery marked
with tomato and kohl.
He's to die for, bedroom eyes,
hung like Gary Cooper,
and I'm not just whistling Dixie.
Too cowardly to approach her
with no jack in his pocket,
he snaps her picture,
takes it with him to Fairbanks
where his torpedo bomber
crew is stationed.
The plane now proudly wears
her picture on the fuselage,
a white charger carries
knights in flying armor.