Ken and Barbie's First Date
Ken and Barbie went bird-watching in a National Park
Ken peered through his binoculars, he saw a crested lark
Barbie's thinking, "I really really want to kiss
this geeky ornithologist!"
Ken says, "over there, in the lake, below the moon
is that an osprey, or a loon?"
Barbie stares at his tight ass
she decides, "I'm gonna make a pass!"
Ken says, "in the cypress, do you hear the snicker
of the grey sap-sucking flicker?"
Barbie decides "I"m gonna get bolder!"
she puts her arm around his shoulder
Ken says, "what's going on? do you wanna dance?"
Barbie says, "NO!" she rips off his pants
Ken says, "Okay!" he takes off her skirt
then they take off Kenny's shirt.
Next, Barbie's blouse and underwear
soon the both of them are bare
Ken picks up Barbie in his arms,
a hill of flowers is their bed
Barbie whispers, "I like it soft and slow..."
Ken ignores what she said
Ken skipped the foreplay, yes he did
He skipped the nibbles and the strokes
He did not do the cuddling, the laughs and silly jokes
Ken was impatient, over-eager
He held her in his arms and shoved
his twig into her beaver
Thirty seconds, then release
Ken's pleasure was very brief
Now he's twitching, melancholy
He came too quickly, oh! what folly!
Barbie now she says to him:
"You had your fun, you shot your sperm
now concentrate, 'cause its my turn
please be gentle, don't be rough
I want you to lick my muff"
Okay, Ken spent five minutes, he spent ten
He rolled her over and tried again
Fifteen minutes, then twenty-two
his jaws, they slobbered, smacked and chewed
half an hour, than forty-five!
Ken was drowning between her thighs
His fingers ached, his mouth is strained
his tongue is cramped with terrible pain
Barbie lay there half-asleep, polite
Ken munched on her all through the night
The sun came up and Barbie said:
"Pay attention, sleepy-head!
You had your silly climax, I ask you, where is mine?
You're impatient, like all boys,
you've got to take your time!"
Ken begged her, "Barbie, please give me a clue
tell me how to stimulate you"
Barbie now remarks:
"My clitoris is really quite petite
to locate it at all is really quite a feat
Men have died of hunger, men have died of shame
several lovers went insane
Hundreds have tried but all have failed
no man has ever made me wail"
"That sounds like a challenge!"
Ken hissed into her face
"I will find that little demon, and I will have a taste!
I'm not at all fatigued, I'm feeling at my peak
I will find your small clitoris if it takes me half a week!"
Headfirst he dove into the brush
Methodical, he did not rush
he explores her inch by inch
Barbie does not squirm, she does not flinch
Ken wandered up her valleys, he explored downstream
in and out her crevices, you know exactly what I mean
He poked her here and there
he probed her everywhere
the female organ should be something you just can't miss
But Barbie? After three days there was still no clitoris
Ken was starving by this time, he was almost blind
Barbie now remarked, "It's not impossible to find...
but it would be easier I think, with a powerful telescope
with that you'd have a chance, you'd have a glimmer of some hope"
"A telescope?" Ken wondered, "What about binoculars?
The ones I use to admire the hovering vultures?"
"Great idea!" Barbie whispered, as Ken renewed the hunt.
Once again he slowly scanned her open... beep!
There at last he found it, like a diamond in the rough
A microscopic clitoris in the middle of her puff
with his little finger he touched the tiny spot
it was boiling, steaming, it was extremely hot
Barbie's legs began to twitch, her stomach began to spasm
could this be, Ken wondered, the beginning of orgasm?
yes, it was! It was! At last!
It happened now, extremely fast!
After struggling together ninety hours, plus three
Ken finally consumated his first date with Barbie
The moral of this gentle poem:
Everyone is different, no two are quite the same
Is something is uncomfortable, don't accuse or blam
please don't make any body feel shame
Talk the situation through
find out what you need to do
there's a solution if your love is true
thank you