Botox on the Beach - A Poem

There's botox on the beach,
There's silicon in the sand,
Poseidon's striding out the sea with a scalpel in his hand,

Get your extra dark sunglasses
Cos your eyes refuse to squint,
They didn't mention that when you were reading the small print,

Now someone's spiked my sunblock
With anti-aging cream,
I'm told it will revitalise my shrivelled self-esteem,

Sip your collagen colada
As you lie beneath the palms,
And pray that someday you too can have abnormally muscular arms,

The freakshow's going bankrupt,
Cos their curiosities
Are positively normal next to this mutant species,

The promenade's just been enlarged,
The boardwalk's been augmented,
The lifeguard's hut has been enhanced and still they're not contented.

There's botox on the beach
And the surfers are getting frantic,
Someone smoothed out the wrinkles on the surface of the Atlantic.