It really does not matter much
On how you look at Summer,
But if you brown at the slightest touch
Of sun, that is a bummer.
I say we’ve come a long, long way
Without a sea of notions;
But you opine, that doesn’t play—
We now do have the lotions.
So now we have our Summer treat—
“Dog-days of August on us;
Those in the business will compete
To get lotions upon us.
A wide-brimmed hat, protective clothes,
How come they’re now in discard?
The answer is: Nobody knows.
It’s better being sun-scarred.
© Richard Williams