May Sun Poem by Phil Soar

May Sun



I Fell asleep under a mid-day sun
In England, that is not so much a sin
But by the time I woke, my mind was done
And the rest of me was frazzled reddish skin

Unusual for Mid-May around my town
I never would have thought I would bake so
I hadn’t even gone a shade of brown
I Just had a crimson coloured wrinkled glow!

Monday, May 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sunshine
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