I should of wore Speedos

Sun cream at the barbecue
Oh no! I'm on fire!
Fast, lemonade put me out!
Great - I've got sunburn.
Into the paddling pool;
Smoking, so relaxing.
I sit on the beach with the flies On the kiddies’ donkey rides. More sun cream needed;
My skin feels like sandpaper
Everywhere,
In my hair;
I rub myself raw with my towel
But it’s still there,
In my toes and in my bits!
Now a wasp on a invisible string,
I karate chop it in a mad rage
“Go away!”
I run for cover in the water,
Shorts glued to my body.
Quick, is anyone looking?
Time for an ice-cream it
Dripping off my chin.
Oh God, brain freezing-
Back to the barbecue
For some charcoal chicken,
Yum yum!
On one hot day in Skegness.

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