Svelte and Pettite, just five foot three,
My Geminoid does it all for me.
My made to order Robotic mistress
with her luscious made to order kisses.
What flesh and blood girl can compare
with her Barbie curves and her platinum hair?
Tired and sore at the end of the day?
She skillfully rubs my cares away.
When I am in an amorous vein.
My Geminoid is always game.
She’s merely average as a cook,
-a minor defect in my book.
My Geminoid treats me like a King
and never nags me for a ring.
Single since the court’s decree
I know love bears no guarantee.
With a Geminoid, no need to chance
The vagaries of true romance.
Yet I would still set my Barbie free
If my Zelda would come back to me.