The sun in Australia meant play all day
And each summer you were burnt as a way
Of starting your yearly tanned skin
With your mother spreading cold tomato thin
For a chance of making it feel better again
So as a child you went to bed with tomato in
When I went to the doctor recently
And had a sun growth burnt off decently
I told him of my mother's home cure
When we laughed at tomatoes even more.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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