My skin pasty white,
At times a frightening sight,
Is she sick?
Is she dead?
No but thanks for the compliments….
Because of my snow white complexion and fear of the bed,
The question of how will I get tan? Left me scratching my head,
But then appears my spray tan lady who is my knight in shinning armor,
But instead of sword, she wields a sprayer of freezing cold bronze goodness,
Sure it smells bad and you can’t shower or wash for over twelve hours,
But with a sun kissed glow when you awake the morning makes you perk up like a springtime flower.