Barbie and Barney Backlash

It’s quite like me to pedal as fast as I can and still be a day behind and several dollars short.  But that’s not going to stop me from living my days to their fullest.  Yesterday, as it turns out was/is Barbie and Barney Backlash Day??  I mean !!  Of course that’s what I meant….. yay and stuff.. anyone?  I’ll just be over here munching on my newly discovered sweet potato tortilla chips and pretending to my utmost that they’re good for me… (well, they are very uniquely tasting especially with Mexican cheese (Queso Blanco) on them)…

Barbie and Barney Backlash
by Michael Romani

It's a Malibu splash
Bit of a sand dash
Nothing like a snide bash
Barbie's feeling her backlash

It doesn't escape detection
All that plasticine perfection
It's in need of correction
As it doesn't hold up to inspection

Striking my last frayed nerve
As she strikes and holds her pose
A bit of a backhand serve
In her accessorized clothes

Even Mr. Ken Carson
Contemplates a bit of arson
Since escaping from Mattel
Hiding out in his hotel

All to get himself a bit of space
From the thousand photos taken
Feeling more than a bit shaken
By her ever present posterized face

Barbara Millicient
The epitome of magnificent
Miss Roberts you do inspire
Setting this world on fire

Until it wants to return the favor
As all the 'normal' girls savor
The idea that they are they're own beauty
There's not just one kind of cutie

And sure, Ken says, I love you 
And I know that you love me
The box we got our home from says so
But really, I just have to let you know

That no purple dinosaur is family
Sorry to tell you that about Barney
And while Ken's attuned with kindness
He is not taken in or subject to blindness

Not one size will ever fit all 
Even in the shape of idealized doll
You'll have to pardon me as I need to dash
Out these last words of the Barbie bash

(c) December 16, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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