Barbie Dolls

I am grandfather of five Barbie Dolls, And a father of two more how I forgot! When all the seven I see together, I look at amazing lovely nice old knot, That bounded the colors with her arrows and bow, Thanks sweetheart for this charming rainbow. One reflects the shine of hairs, Smiles like you and talks like you, The other has stolen your ocean like eyes, Moves like you and walks like you, I love the colors that reflect your charms, Thanks to the day when you came into arms. But the real Barbie Dolls at this age I think, The granddaughters so naughty but cute, When need chocolate or ice-cream come to me, They unite in one no rift no dispute, Kept silver with you gave me the gold, Thanks sweetheart who says you are old? Like girls old man now plays with the dolls, Cheats them in games and fights like a child, Often he loses and throws the board, He is quarrelsome but not so wild, At last accepts with smile his defeats, Thanks then you come with delicious treats. Oh! I forgot my three grandsons, Cricket they play how's that they call, The bowler had bowled a little under arm, Being an empire rule it's a no ball, Eldest turns me out of the ground, Thanks to you it's your voice and sound. Came back to my room a poem I write, Standing as empire so long was tiring, I am happy I smile with the joys of time, The experience for me was truly inspiring, Seeing me alone you come with bliss! Thanks sweetheart for a warming kiss.