Childhood Games

Nothing like a rousing game of spin the dolls leg
on a humid summer night to bring a little bit
of joy into an otherwise uneventful evening.
  The game piece acquired from one of the 
triplet dolls courtesy of the Salvation Army one year at their big Christmas give away.I got the red haired one to match my hair. Mary the blonde .Deb got the brunette.Other than hair color identical.

Right off the bat Deb smeared my mom's lip stick
On her dolls face not very precisely as she was three. Mary decided to wash her babies hair that
turned it into a matted unhair like mess that she then attempted to sculpt with scissors.My doll baby
Was the sole survivor. These dolls built to mimic
 a healthy nine to ten month baby were equipped
with some pretty meaty thighs that tapered down
to the most delicate little toes.
   
The game was played loosely on spin the bottle with some variation. The dolls leg which
had been removed from its hip socket just for this occasion was placed on the apex of thigh protrusion.With a flick of the wrist it would spin
nicely thus till it came to rest little piggies facing
your victim.Picking the leg up securely by its
slender little ankle(just like her mamas)you would
Whack the daylights out of said sibling with that broad little thigh.Then it was their turn to spin.

The youngest would beg to play which really put us in a catch 22.If she didn't get to play she cried
woke dad and we got whipped.If she did play she cried when she was on the receiving end of the leg
Woke dad and we got whipped.We resorted to assigning someone to mouth clap position to stifle
her indignation at the assault by those claiming to love her.We really did.We still do. Spin the dolls
leg is one of our fondest memories and I am happy to have shared it with you today.
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Ray Avatar
June 22, 2022 at 6:04 PM
glad you did, some of my favorite poetry is when the poet shares their lives...you see i work at the FBI, Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU), and we are interested in people who play with doll legs...you know legs right? like i am pulling yours? enjoyed the poem and am glad you shared it and hope therein you found a smile
Ray Avatar
June 24, 2022 at 5:03 AM
you have such a wonderful gift in that your lines are so down to earth....and you capture life at its basic levels...
Rhymer Avatar
June 24, 2022 at 4:52 AM
I did find not only a smile but a chuckle as well.Thanks for saying hello.
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