Never a spare moment in the daily battle of Armageddon
Barbie
I saw the sign
Yard sale, all must go
Including me it turned out
being uncommitted to time
and in the spending way
And then I saw
my heart skipped a beat
in a box of other forgotten pastiche
cheap at 50 cents
poor tossed to the curb "Barbie"
in a hell of a fix
She looked like the end of the bender
in her torn see-though lingerie
hair a disheveled disaster
So how, dear friends,
could I pass up Barbie in that box
of nuts and bolts
after all she had done for me
in the angst of childhood
crooning over my flat chest
she told me someday, these would be yours
Barbie Boobs, thank god thought I.
So I gave the guy two quarters
and quickly left the scene for home
gave her a spa day in the sink
mended her tattered undees
and stitched her a chenille bathrobe
She can be house mouse Barbie for awhile
In the potted plant
Cinderella among roses
Move over Betsy Wetsy,
there’s a new doll in town
5 comments:
Love this poem. Sending it to my sister.
Did you write this?
Bravo! On behalf of all the once angst ridden, flat chested girl-teens, I thank you for delivering the fair Lady Barbie from a life of obscurity & dirt.
yep, it's mine.
how sweet!
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