Please Don'T

I always love having the beach around So I can feel soft sand and hear its sound Of rough waves as they will roll in And boiling sun slowly baking my skin. Will eventually end up with an elegant tan And then become as handsome as I can; Women want me to be in their presence; I an now truly loved in every essence. In their minds, it is me who they treasure; My very presence is such a great pleasure; When walking down beach they say I'm cute And should see my body in a bathing suit. But my lovely wife said to get out of bed So I could take her to church instead And there for a while a prayer will say God please don't let my hair turn gray. jthorn5656@atmc.net