Will you read some fun to make up for all the dark and sad stuff I posted last night?
The man outside the window watches Little Bo Peep,
smiling serenely, chatting gaily in her sleep
with Ken, cruisin’ in a pink painted Hummer or Corvette,
an image she’ll never quite live up to or forget.
Barbie dressed in satin, hair like fine spun silk.
Mama says she’ll have that if she drinks all her milk.
Tiny little boobies can always be made bigger-
(time to learn her banking, a gal’s got to watch her ‘figger,)
and implemented vitally, sophisticate statistics
can cost a pretty penny, according to logistics.
Little Bo Peep wandered after sheep,
who were sheared- on the edge, she’s afraid they just might leap.
The man outside the window? He just coveted the fleece
blanket covering her. (Yeah, tell THAT to the police!)
Yeah, right! Tell THAT to the group at Law and Order:SVU….Ice T will hang his nougat from the telephone pole, all wrapped up in handcuffs!
Very cute poem! Barbie be a’cruisin today! I wonder if Ken will ever let her drive…ya think?
