Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[ChristopherSea]

beneath the world's tallest tree
lay my sweet lover and me
we were getting down to it
when a tourist they blew it
caught in flagrante delicto were we

incarcerated by arboreal desire
with no writ of habeas corpus,
the lover kneels, mouth open,
beneath the burlap sacked root ball
of an unearthed redwood