What is it with old people when they come on holiday.
Mister, to achieve the shade of “pink” you’ve bravely opted for,
You might as well have stuck your head inside an oven
And roasted like a turkey.
Put some sprouts around your mouth
Stick some ‘tatoes round your buttocks,
And a pretty pink gobbler you’d make.
Mrs Saggy Bottom, do you not KNOW the danger of too much sun exposure?
A dollop of cream might banish that neon red line
Around your neck.
And to you Sir, the one I spy
Sizzling away on a sun lounger slumbering,
Haven’t you a bed that could provide more comfort,
Or do you delight in dyeing your back a deep shade of lobster red?
Sore in the morning, blistered to touch,
And yet you’ll get up and do it all over again the next day
No wonder you look like an old leather boot.
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