Bubbley Blister Blues

It was a skin cracking cry day
A very sunny Friday
With the hot rays of Sol beating down
Ultraviolently baking
Despite the sunblock caking
That was built up upon the skin

Now there are blisters
Wiggly iggly fistulers
Full of god knows what
And ready to pop

Big Brother is chasing
Looking to hold down
To have a smack down
Right where the blisters are the worst

Then stand high above the tears
As a white t-shirt is soaked
With whatever was inside the outside
Of us
These many sacks of walking talking water

All because Mother harangued us
With her summer mantra

"Take of your shirt and get a little sun!"