Zooming past the meteors that crash into terrain.
Her stellar steed a vespa, pink with silver lightning bolts,
A matching suit of leather, white with stealth electron volts.
No matter what conditions her pink helmet saves her hair,
A sheen of gleaming curls, her skin the fairest of the fair.
Cruising past the skyline, brilliant monuments bedeck,
A glimpse of Eiffel Tower, over Pont des Arts she treks.
Not quite a superheroine, her confidence abounds,
With cleverness and narcissism daily she is crowned.
The charm of such a wonder is a dazzling sight to see,
Parisian Retro Motor Barbie, glimmering lady.