Barbie Poem

I have a habit of listening to NPR on Saturday afternoons when I'm cleaning since I enjoy the assortment of folk music that they play. I just heard a poem that somebody read and thought it was so funny that I had to look it up and post it here.

It's by Nerissa Nields (who apparently has a band with her sister Katryna). From the album, "If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now," here's the "Barbie Poem:"

I think that I shall never see
A woman as lovely as Barbi
Barbi, with her ski jump nose
Standing tall on tiny toes
Impossible boobs that will not droop
To conquer Kenn, she need not stoop
If she were mortal, she would be
Six foot five and a hundred and three
She's so tall, I could not feel shorter;
Small wonder I have an eating disorder
She sleeps in her camper next to my bed
With visions of traveling filling her head
She wishes she could sing like me
But she can't.
Her mouth is painted on.
And her eyes won't shut
And she never bleeds
And she never cuts
And she cannot read or count or cry
And she'll never age
And she'll never die
And I think that I don't want to be
Staring straight ahead for all eternity.