Tanning Beds
olive skin so soft and silky smooth
dark brown hair the color of poo
sat in the sun too long is what she do
and now shes bronzed and leathery too
her skin and hair turned to vermouth
aged and withered unwise to see
the color of bronze she turned indeed
now caramel swirled and autumned hair
she sat in the mirror and wondered and stared
how to turn back to the dove she once heired
the tanning bed is a wreckless thing
it wrecks and wrinkles the skin!
Copyright © Michael Longfellow | Year Posted 2013
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