Now that this thread had been roused from its slumber once again, I might as well add my Rilke/Barbie parody. (I wrote this way before the movie). Note that it uses the same rhyme scheme as Rilke's version with Apollo.
ARCHAIC TORSO OF BARBIE
We cannot know the famous plastic face
in which her eyes once swiveled. Still we find
her headless body's not exactly blind
but seems to peek out from the flimsy lace
in which some girl once dressed her. It's a fact.
Or else her bosom's bump would have no charm
and you would not harrumph with such alarm
to note the parts her nether regions lacked.
Or else you would not find it so aesthetic
to contemplate what plainly is synthetic
as if it were a creature that is real,
with all a living creature's woes and joys.
Or else you would not see her sex appeal.
She's winking at you. You must change your toys.
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