Poems by Bob Beveridge Jackie Mo! Factor No!
The sun was high up in the sky No clouds came floating by My friend annd I began to fry We fell asleep,Oh dear! OH my! Oh curse that cloudless sky
Now as I lie upon my bed My skins a lovely shade of red To put on clothes I really dread Oh god I think I'll hide instead
I now have little panda eyes My friends gone brown she didn't fry Factor 50 should be my cry That won't let me burn or fry!
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