Virtual girl, so clean and pure,

Made up of pixels and bytes;

You have a powerful allure,

With your beauty that’s just so bright.

You’re everything a man could want;

You never say no, or pout.

You’ve got a stripper’s front.

You never wear your welcome out.

You wear those skimpy clothes,

You never get cold or sick;

Your can change your shape, your hair, your pose

All in a nanosec.

I wonder where we’re headed

When there’s no more face-to-face.

Will men decide to get wedded

To the girls in cyberspace?

All this pixel pulchritude,

It feeds men’s egos in spades.

But what will real women do

When guys choose virtual babes?

Why, they’ll be looking for cyber hunks.

They won’t take a backseat to guys.

They’ll be after the bare-chested brawny lunks,

They know that we’re no prize.

Alas, I think it may occur

That we choose this virtual dream

We’ll opt for the puppet universe

While we rot by the computer screen.