Surreal Barbie

It’s a plastic Nightmare Without joints Or a flipping’ heart Intensely surreal Barf at those Fake smiles Done by the outmost Surreal lips Literally Fake And those Whopping eyes… What are they? Just creeping me out- They Look so…. So… Brittle! I can’t endure Her robotic walks Like she has something Stuck up her... And there are those Teeth of hers So uncanningly..White Undeniably Luminous And her ideal Love Mansion Vehicle Pony! I weep for the wimp Who'se the gossip suburb Barbe I'd like to see how she appears Under all those Jimmy's and Choo's But when I twirl Around She talks! And horns nurture from a flawless length of hair…