Plastic Marjorie, you live your life in a jelly jar
never looking at the stars you're always in the cupboard laying bare
Plastic Marjorie you are destined to be full of vinegar at
inopportune times
and say the wrong thing at cocktail parties.
Plastic Marjorie, won't you let me take you to the dance, one more time?
Let your black dresses flow, your silk hats taper into the windstorm
up on Broadway street where the rats and the tapdancers step in time
to gravel
Hurtle across my space time, ok Marjorie?
Put your hair in curlers, trip out while staring at the wall
many dinosaurs died to make you even...plausible.