Friday, June 21, 2013


Rolling rolling forward on her thunder wheels of fame,
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.

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