Hot Sand

Went to the beach The sand white hot Raced to the water For relief I got What did I expect? An air-conditioned beach? Why was simple logic Put out of reach? Now near the water's edge Trapped like a mouse Every so often My feet need a douse Starting to burn, But cut off from a way out Surely a walk back Though my only route Fills me with dread Sand too hot To consider to tread So roast in the sun, Ain't this such fun? When I get out of here I'll have learned to fear The heat of the sun And my well roasted bun I'll peel like a stripper, Although they're much hipper Next beach I'll see, Will have to be on TV.