Ode to Tan (poem by me)

Tan, oh tan,
Where art thou?
See me so pale,
I look pallid—
almost sickly.

When you were here,
I looked at least
ten pounds thinner,
Remember summer—
skin all a glimmer.

No, I won’t try
to stir your sleep
with a fake cream,
I’ll wait on you, dear,
At least until spring.

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