Choice Of Fools Poem by Frizz Warwick

The weather is sunny, we start to moan
It's so hot we say in a dulcit tone
This time last year lessons were learnt
As soon as the sun shines we said 'let's get burnt'

Factor twenty? they cry - you're weak or mad!
We don't need suncream explain Mum and Dad
The race is on - there's no time to think
Do I go for crimson or stay lobster pink?

We will learn the lesson, but we'll learn it too late
We'll only be forty but we'll look sixty eight!
But some of us do care and remain in the shade,
And laugh at the 'young oldies' and the 'choices' they made!