Pink Bows and Ribbons

She's a living doll straight out of a fairytale book ,
The hues in her eyes are that of fractured prism,
The sheen of them is like marbles.
Her lips are sherry, the allurement of intoxication.

She is all pink bows and ribbons,
polka dot dressed, sugarcane in hand,
her cheeks are delicious; her smile
completely white the texture of Ben and Jerry.

And, then, oh wretched day! A plate stacked high with waffles
is put before the girl. Oh cursed! What might be her allergens?
For in a voice and in a tongue quite foreign --- one I'd swear ---
to scare the jeepers out of exorcists, the doll growls demonic:

"These waffles are not crispy!" Bows and ribbons hurled upside down,
the doll's hair stands on frizzled ends, and her head rotates 360.
Battle of the Bulge by wizards!
The buttons of the polka dot pop like Roman candles.

What makes the child's eyes bulge hideous?
In truth, we cannot say what causes this kind of revulsion,
or why living dolls from fairytale books
should suddenly go ballistic.