I've the palest of skin tones
Passed down in my genes.
And summer's come 'round.
I know what that means.
It means I buy stock
In lots of sunscreens,
And wear no short shorts,
But stick to my jeans.
In fact, I've got proof
No one's paler than I.
I blind poor bystanders
As I go walking by,
And face with much loathing
The sun in the sky,
And wait for a sunburn
To appear by and by.
I love the weather,
But as I have said,
It tortures my skin.
It's the pain I so dread,
And sticky green aloe
From my toes to my head.
'Tis my fate to spend summer
All decked out in red.
postscript
Hahaha! Ouch.