Her fingers are merged, this plaything, woman-doll <br />She requires help to stand on her tiny feet. <br /> <br />A permanent virgin, she wears neither nipple nor navel <br />No plastic surgeon has humanised her frame <br /> <br />Oh wasp-waisted slinky Miss, <br />Sheathed in a long cascade of peroxide hair <br />How blue your eyes! <br />How terribly chic your accessories! <br />How like a Holywood totem pole on legs! <br /> <br />Her breasts are indestructible <br />This Kali of the nursery <br />Her form, her face, will never age one jot <br />A plastic babe whose lipstick smile won't smudge <br /> <br />Yes, Barbie won her place in the USA time capsule <br />One day, exhumed, she'll puzzle archeologists <br /> <br />A mummy? Votive offering? Fertility piece? <br />Latter-day Maenad? <br />An all American female clothes horse dummy <br />No sweat. No worries. Every hair in place<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barbi/
