A Laconic Limerick
Barbie doll.
There was a young chick from Laconia
You’ve never met anyone phonier
She was piously brief
And lived with a thief
And took holidays in Estonia.
The name of her boyfriend was Ken
Although she had other men
She kept Ken at home
And told him not to roam
And she lured feckless men to her den.
In the den she was laconic
And some would say quite demonic
It didn’t take long
To give them a prong
With her gadgets that were electronic.
While the men’s heads were spinning
Thinking that they had been sinning
She’d go through their clothes
Right under their nose
And complete a successful skimming.
This Laconian woman named Barbie
Then went with her Ken to the derby
Whatever the odds
She’d bet with thick wads
Of other’s dollars cos, she was a smarty.
As you’ve guessed Barbie was a doll
And a self-professed arrogant moll
With Ken she was collectible
A good figure and delectable
And ravishing dressed in a mink stole.
Some said that she sat in the back
Of a shiny, sleek, black Cadillac
And others said
She left some men dead
When this Barbie doll dressed up in black.
So, be careful you dudes, one and all
Because though she looks like a doll
Your life might be brief
Cos this chick is a thief
Dead mean, and a gangster moll.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
