She lay on the balcony toasting in the sun,
Not caring about damage being done.
No shade nor factor fifty protection.
Focusing on her browning complexion.

Slowly turning like a rotisserie chicken.
Hoping for the browning to quicken.
Barbequing nicely in the sun’s rays.
Finishing off with a striking moist glaze.

Her looks now may be fine and dandy.
With her skin the colour of fine brandy.
In time to come she might not be ecstatic
With a diagnosis that could be traumatic.