Three different poets take a crack at this — sort of
Ogden Nash(oid) version
Come now, let us block the sun.
Too much sun is not much fun.
Burning leaves you all vercleff:
So get you some SPF.
– = –
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow(ish) version
In erythemal action spectrum,
Came solar irradiance falling
Needing monochrome protection
For the lambda of the wavelength
By the raging blue green waters
Came the daughter of Nokomis
There to have the Bullfrog wearing
– = –
sun streaming summer wind waves
leaf gently blowing
We’ll need SPF 50
I’ve never wanted anyone I’ve known
To read the things I’ve written, or to see
How distant from the meritocracy
Of poetry I’ve strayed with all that’s shown
Within these linked persuasions overblown;
These strokes of penitential penury
Inflicted via pseudononymy
To no one, or to each one, all alone.
But yet, I see as silver years approach
And love of words its daily comfort brings,
A link to one of long and distant trace.
And if I could bring her eyes to these things,
To kin, I hope, she would not bring reproach:
To ease the suffering of my Aunt Grace