Sunshine & Sickness

The sun is shining
and I am sick.
Forgive my whining,
its getting on my wick!

Came to Cuba to play,
but I'm bunged up.
I'm wasting the day;
look at my empty cup!

That's it; I've had enough!
Getting up; I need a tan.
Its time to be tough;
roll out the game plan.

Oh crap; it's raining!

This poem is about he first few days of my holiday to Cuba in November 2013.
A three stanza quatrain with a single line to end! I’ve purposely not capitalised every line since the punctuation doesn’t require it.