Best Mattel Poems

(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...

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While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
     clear for me to assay,
those ever receding

     early boyhood daze,
     now subsumed within fifty,
plus nine shades of gray
blissfully innocent naivety,

     (though blessed) no...

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She was the prettiest doll in the whole world,	
Elegant, stunning, waist-less, buxom,
Curves all over the place,
No straight lines.

Shocking for a child’s toy 
Shocking for 1959.
Mattel was by far
Ahead of their time.

Marilyn Monroe and
Jane Mansfield were
Our pin-up girls.

This was way before
We demanded to be
Called women so...

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Barbie was the ultimate fashionista.
I received her when I was nine;
she had a shape; no ordinary baby doll.
No baby at all. It was embarrassing to dress her.
Or rather undress her.

Then we had Midge. A friend but not as pretty
Freckles toned her down a bit; she...

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