Burnt

I am burned

I am burned

I am burned

From the sun

My shoulders,

Stomach,

Hands,

Face-

Bright red like a fire truck.

My friend will call me lobster,

So I will call her shrimp.

Hey, you,

Don't skimp on the Ranch Dressing.

OH,

My little doggy is states away

I'm so sorry muppy

I miss you.

It hurts to sleep.

I lie on my face,

Which is sunburnt

And in most places

Hurts like dung beetle.

WOWIE OWIE OOOOO

Hey dere sugar baby saw you twice at the pop show

You look just like glitter mixed with rocky road.

I have a rash.

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