The Incredible Sun Tanned Woman

I've seen her on her way to work
She is fairly tall and thin
On wintry mornings she gives off a glow
Caused by her orange skin
She owns a sunbed I would guess
And uses it each day
And so she shines from head to foot
In an effervescent way
Like a belisha beacon in overload
Or a mobile hazzard warning
Or a traffic light stuck on amber
To illuminate your morning
An enlarged nectarine overfed
Or genetically modified
A satsuma grown in a laboratory
Or an egg that's overfried
Perhaps one day our lips will meet
Inside I will explode
And then I'll finally get to know
How it feels to be tangoed

Richard Raftery