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The Irish and The Sun

  • 16-04-2010 2:47pm
    #1
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    Half-tans skulk in shadows,
    Flaking skin snows the air
    And then men with whippy vans
    And the life guards on the strand
    Thank Christ it’s come again.
    Tomorrow will be agony
    But today was made for lovers,
    both As red as one another
    both too blind to care
    But oh for those few hours
    When everyone was young,
    We hang arms nonchalantly
    From cars with ice-cold air,
    We don the shorts, the shirts
    Come off we are as pasty
    As the next man who
    Drove ten miles to see the beach
    - And its only fifteen degrees.
    For once we are content.
    For once we won’t complain.
    Give us sand by the bucket-load
    And sangidges wrapped in foil,
    Give us a lack of modesty and
    Care free fun that comes
    But once a year.
    I think we miss the point
    And get things slightly skewed
    For after all we’re not
    Designed to sun.


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