A poem for a contest about getting sunburned |
Taking a ride with the top down Mama got a new car Back in “55” A little brown chevy And she took us for a ride Now I was just eight years old But I knew enough to wonder Why was the sun beating down? What happened if it thundered? You see it seemed so strange There was no top on mama’s car What would we do if it rained? It didn’t seem to be up to par Mama laughed and told me Don’t worry there’s a top It folds down, when we want We can put it up when we stop But I did enjoy the wind in may face And the sun beating down As we drove on forever Covering most of the town Finally we got home But something seemed amiss My face was burning hot When mama gave me a kiss It seemed we got too much sun Riding in that car Or maybe just drove too much Or drove a little too far And now me and mama both Are sitting here a burning We should have put the top up It’s a thing they call learning So if you ever get the chance To ride in a car with no top Cover up from head to toe Or the burning will not stop. |