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(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty Mattel Doll (circa mid 1960's) 
meant the webbed wide world  
with promise of much greener pastures
on the Apollo space age horizon
where virtual Oculus virtual reality dwelt
amongst Carib beaner indigenous tribes.

No matter yours truly then
fast approaching his decade number seven  
of twentieth century tantalizing 
figurative future promises held sway
(namely technologically 
Luddite intimations spawned),
I zealously, fervently, 
and desperately clung 
to battered Matty Mattel doll.

Any child with creative artistic bents
(including this scribe), 
whose innate sensibilities and cents
severely limited me drawing 
stick figures, more so dense
macabre satisfactorily applying
beard or mustache as stylish elements
applying magic marker to picture printed 
faces forged into fences
of famous people popular
within culture club, both gents
or gals, whose retouched photographs
beggared facial pents
sieve looming hair of men and women,
while simultaneously rents
sing preoccupied to access
excel lent glue, which caricatured outlook 
devoid of common sense
I held said goofy looking doll
appeared contrived of household padding material,
and short scraps from circus tents
of yarn for do whit yourself based artisans
into trash bin of history project went.

Even than orange ranked as the new black
charming plaything sophistication did lack
plus batteries not required 
to hear voice activated track.

This (think) abhor ridge gin null snippets
red + yellow colored strands
atop kepi twas pseudo hair,
sans manufactured eunuchs 
adorned head lands
with avast capita lone linkedin 
fingerhut dishabille curls,
could easily construct trolling grandstands
a similar facsimile re: globular molded,
incorporated, glommed, 
fragile Ostrich egg shape
contrived head (vis a vis Plaster of Paris
overcovering NON GMO gluten free
partially hydrogenated brands
inflated balloon) to affect trademark
globular fuzzy noggin dry as Acklands.

The simple plain plaything included
a fitbit lifesaver size plastic ring
said small circular loop perfect “O”pening
to get jammed below first knuckle the King
Kong of index finger affixed to a short string
(when pulled to extent tub buckle did bring
taut tether) activated 
moon face fixed bug eyed ping
pong blank stare to utter garbled syllables
asper one who nipped viz suckle something.

Despite the drabness, homeliness,
lacquered painted trapped
xyst Yarmulke cheap flatness,
I loved ragged slapped
around, and still iconic schlepped treasure
(uber voiceless with rapt
zealous application bridging elementary
functioning gizmo), initiating mapped
jabbering lock lipped absolute zero prattling. 

Sometimes well worn action hero lapped
exhilaration, (got tossed in the air, booted
as football, succor silently accepted flapped
sear sucker punches from robed buck
after favorite fictitious "brother" chapped
accompanied my scrawny body 
at bath time) to adapt.

Nonetheless, this adored 
billed idol kept me secure,
especially on rare occasions 
that found this contemplative lad, a lore
ring dutiful, fun loving kid 
under the weather, or hospitalized for
minor adenoids removal, 
which entailed post surgical recovery
swallowing quite a chore.

Oh yes, this non gendered plaything 
nondescript featureless
sewn seams showed zero differentiation, 
no matter to tell this August, cherished, fondled 
kiddie piece de resistance lacked sexual identity.

Absent reproductive organs 
(eh, nada so significant omission)
cuz, this seemingly resistant 
quirky plaything, who unfairly re
ceived punishing physical 
indiscriminate treatment, yet still
connection omnipotent bond existed 
as if goofy guise happened
to be extended part of mine kempf.

Upon reflection, asper 
childhood memento (nary a clue
what triggered remembrance 
of things past yesterday comprised
true value), an aha moment awoke 
to attempt to cap cha vague
essence about pretend friend designed in 1955, 
and based on a concept by Mattel co-founder
Elliot Handler. 

The character “Matty” 
derived from the name Mattel.

The nom de plume a concatenation of sorts 
derived after founders,
Harold Mattson and Elliot Handler. 

A brainstorm session
yielded concurrence viz the hybrid name 
of Matt + El (short for Elliot).
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