Oh, well, I refuse to obsess over getting this 'poifect', so here goes nuttin':   §;-D

BARBIE ALLEN
(Woids by Genie; Tune: Whatever)

In L A town where I was born,
There was a hot chick dwellin'
Who did aerobics every day,
Her name was Barbie Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When young men iron were pumpin'
Well, Barbie's agent to Ken did say,
"Young man, your ass I'm dumpin'."

He sent an email to her then,
To the condo where she dwelt in,
"You must come be my S. O, babe,
Come save me, Barbie Allen.

So slowly, she came up to him,
Said, "You look ghastly ... sorta."
Young Ken, well, he could only say,
"You've mangled me aorta!"

He turned his face unto the wall
For strength had drained his muscles.
"Adieu, kind friends, this bitch's scorn
Hath drained all my corpuscles."

As she was walking thru Bel Air,
She heard the sirens yellin',
And ev'ry scream did seem to say,
"His pericardium's swelling!"

When he was coded, all in vain,
And stretched out on a gurney,
The docs could only scratch their heads:
"Testosterone's launched this journey."

"Perhaps depression launched his heart
On final voyage embarking,
Inflaming microscopic parts,
Causing a strong infarcting."

Sweet Ken was pickled in a mason jar
For Doctor Barbies to ponder
And writ up in the Journal AMA,
His corpse dissected asunder.

If there be moral, here's the rub;
Of truth here is the kernel
Of broken heart ye may die young
Yet live in Lancet's journal.