Sun kissed skin,
Tan lines like my kin,
Bikinis so paper thin,
Oh God, this is my sin.

Heat wave like fire,
Strong winds forming a spire,
In this situation so dire,
Saying it's good, makes me a liar.

Waves towering high,
Waves a surfer would die,
A thing I admire with a sigh,
Summer is here, it's no lie.