Hey, Barbie

A cheesy little poem I finally finished! (It finally got that last stanza! YES!)

Hey, Barbie, on your department store shelf,
I’ll take you home and have a toy for myself
With your pretty blonde hair and dresses so large,
My mommy says you make her feel like a barge.
When I grow up I’ll look just like you,
I don’t know yet what’s a real size two.

Hey, Barbie, sitting in one of your many houses
Your closets filled with all of your blouses.
Want to be an astronaut, cowgirl, or bride?
There’s just so much; I can’t decide.
Are you a role model for girls like me?
Are you a good picture of what I should be?

Hey, Barbie I’m too old for you now
I look at all of your stuff and think “wow.”
Why’d I spend all those hours dressing you down
Then up nice and fancy in great big ball gowns?
Now outside is my place to play
I could ride bikes and climb trees all day.

Hey, Barbie, you thing of the past
I knew you and Ken would never last.
Your smile is plastic and so is your face
Playing with you is just an unpleasant taste.
Your arms can’t bend, not even your legs
You’re just trash like leftover coffee dregs.

Hey, Barbie, I'm all grown up now
And I spent six long years wondering how
I could ever possibly look like you.
But when I stopped trying, I came out of my blue
And someone saw me for who I am
Now I'm his Barbie, and he's my man.