I like to follow sad poems with a little humor. Tanning beds give bodies a killer glow. Just read the next poem if you've any doubt of the dark results.
"To tanning bed! Let's go!" she said.
Toe to head, buff, browned, beach cred.
Dermis formed two moles of dread.
"Bad," she said. "Don't give a shred."
She went ahead, need must be fed.
She promptly fled "To tanning bed!"
Skin the shade of cheap cheese spread,
she tanned until her body bled.
Yet still she screamed, "To tanning bed!"
And now my friend is dark and dead.