The weather forecasters, here in the UK, are predicting a heatwave by the end of this week, so it seems like a good time to post this educational poem about the perils of forgetting your sunscreen. This is a poem for two voices, the first being smug and critical, deriding the misfortune of the second voice which is that of someone who is suffering from a serious case of the 'Sunburn Blues'.
"Well, I can tell by your dreadful, red, blistered, burnt face,
That you left your sunscreen packed in your case!
Your ugly mug looks cooked, sizzled like a sausage fried,
Your wrinkled skin’s all wizened, like tomatoes when sun dried."
"Yes, I’ll tell you now; I’ve got the sunburn blues,
I spilled my tube of sunscreen, so I couldn’t use,
Any sun tan cream, and now I really feel,
Like a flaky fool, coz my skin’s begun to peel,
It’s crinkly-crimson, crispy as bacon,
Coz I was snoozin’ as the sun was bakin’,
I was sleepin’ on the beach and so I forgot,
To take care of my skin when the sun was scorchin’ hot.
Oh Yeahhhhh!"
"I always wear a hat so I don’t get dazed and dazzled,
I slop on loads on lotion, so my pink skin won’t get frazzled,
If I’m swimming in the ocean, I slap on factor fifteen
But you look like you’re wearing a mask for Halloween!"
"I know, I know, my face looks sort of silly,
I’m lookin’ and feelin’ like a spicy, red hot chilly,
I’m reelin’ coz I’m peelin’ and I sure don’t dig,
Havin’ a face like a squealin’, scalded pig,
My sunburn hurts me so very, very much,
Ouch, ouch, ouch, oh please don’t touch!
I’ve got the sunburn blues and so I’m tellin’ you,