A perfect little world,
With their perfect little Barbie.
This is the point in the story where the witch dies,
Water over her head
“Your little dog, too!”
Prince Charming arrives,
Plastic smiles
A royal wedding, talking animals and people alike
Do those woodland creatures do your chores, too, Barbie?
But wait, hold on
Do those smiles look fake to you?
Chaos erupts, the wedding in shambles,
The horse crapped on your dress, the goose sat on the cake
Happily ever after,
Failed honeymoon, no love in sight
The afterward is worse:
Charming spends too much time with the maid
And Barbie?
Well,
She’s a bitch.
A happy ending.
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