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The Suntan
Contributed by
Shmokin
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Monday, 19th December 2005 @ 07:22:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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The Suntan
Caf con leche por favour, she stammers. As the rain on the parasol hammers. She tuts whats the point of coming to Spain, I could have stayed in England if Id have wanted rain. Her bag is full of suntan lotion, As she sits and stares at the dark black ocean. I only have, these seven days, Im meant to be soaking up sunshine rays. To return home with a smooth mocha tan, Had been the much anticipated plan. But her skin still remains a brilliant white, Apart from the red of the mosquito bite. Still she writes her postcards saying, Wish you were here, With tales of night clubs and San Miguel beer. That her holiday was a wash out, They cannot know, So shell return with a tan all aglow. A scheme she plots, With a smile so serene, Shell stop at the airport, And get on the tanning machine.
XShmokinX
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Shmokin
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2005-12-19 07:22:42] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Suntan
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Thursday, 29th December 2005 @ 12:05:29 AM AEST (User
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She best watch them tanning machine 'cause they 'caused me to have a skin cancer. Ofcourse I had it removed and want use one again.
Good writing.
huggs,
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Re: The Suntan
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Wednesday, 11th January 2006 @ 05:54:08 AM AEST (User
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I loved the opening line, and the humour is a nice change of pace. Nice one.
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Re: The Suntan
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spazzo on
Tuesday, 25th April 2006 @ 07:57:13 PM AEST (User
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This is a funny poem hehe.
Take care.
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