In a second I had her undressed.
Yes! The Barbie was much as I’d guessed.
I then strip-searched Ken,
For the lowdown on men.
That dud Ken didn’t even have breasts!
Better bet I was miffed! What the heck?
He’d no wiener to pee! So… what next?
I’d intended they wed.
“Multiply,” like God said.
Like in manuals I found about sex.
Duct-taped under big brother’s bed
Were stick figures that showed how men bred.
Like Jed’s rabbits in pens
I’d breed Barbies, and Kens.
Then sell ‘em! Get my “Red Flyer” sled.
How the dickens did these dollies plug in?
With hide glue I clung Barbie to Ken.
Shoved ‘em deep in a drawer.
Where he’d give her “what for.”
In nine months I was betting on twins!