Sunburn

I basked out on my beach mat,
And felt the sun so hot.
My mother said I'd been out long
Enough, and I said "Not!"

She said I'd better come inside
And wash my sandy feet.
But I just wished to lay there more,
To revel in the heat.

Well, first my skin turned pinkish white,
And then a shade of red.
And now I cannot move an inch,
As I lay here in bed.

My mother was, of course, correct.
And I should have obeyed.
But under ultraviolet rays
I misbehaving stayed.

I feel like I am burning up.
My mother says I'll peel.
But I'm just hoping someday soon,
I will not like this feel.