On the Beach

Betty’s on the beach, in a lying down pose,

The sun is shining, oh so bright.

Her thick sunglasses rest on her nose,

She seems to think it’s night.

‘Oh Betty, you’ve no sun-screen, can’t you see,

You’re surely going to roast!’

She replies, “Now, you’re making me hungry,

For roast crackling on toast.”

‘But Betty, it’s only half past ten,

Too early for such fare!’

She says, “It’s past my bedtime then,

‘Nighty-night’ and sweet dreams, dear.”

‘Wake up Betty, it’s still the morning,

And put a hat upon your head.

If you do not heed this warning,

You’re going to end up brightest red!’

Betty sighed and curled up tight,

She let out a piggy-snore.

Her skin was turning red and bright,

‘Oh Betty, you’ll be ever so sore.’

But on she slept all through the day,

In the evening we huddled around her.

The heat she gave off, in a way,

Was more than any campfire.