Insanity

Form: Quatrains

The sun beats down and you sleep on missing the fun
A mad dog lying there in the English summer sun.
Oh, clever you covered your privates, you did
And you remembered to put back the sunscreen lid
Think you are smart don’t you, my dear,
The blazing sun you have nothing to fear
Just lying there on your lazy back
Did no one tell you that sand gets in your crack?

©JGFarmer2008

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