A Pale Girl’s Poem to Spray Tans

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.



About Media Junkie Jungle

Maddy Murcott is a social media maven, reality tv obsessed, makeup junkie and has been a fan of watching the news since the age of 8. She is currently living the life of a northeast transplant in Colorado.


  1. Haha quite entertaining and holy hell do I feel your pain!

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