Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach - sunburn Rondeau

It was the Worst

It was the worst from summer’s sun.
With fair skin, I’ve had more than one.
My boyfriend came to visit me.
We traveled to an east-coast beach.
We fell asleep till overdone.

I toasted like a hot-cross bun.
And then it was no longer fun.
Yes, just a touch would make me screech.
It was the worst.

I couldn’t bend, swim, walk or run.
My southern friend said, “Dummmmb, dummmb, dummmb!”
And everybody liked to preach,
like experience didn’t teach.
For severity this burn won.
It was the worst.