My Matty Mattel Doll circa MCMLXV

a boyhood toy worth a mint if I owned such long ago discarded keepsake.

Akin to significance my eldest sister

felt toward her “Willies” �"

until she became a tweener

(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances

analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)

my Mattie Mattel Doll meant the world

(circa mid 1960's), the whirled wide

webbed world on the horizon

with promise of much greener

virtual Oculus pastures once found

amongst Carib beaner

indigenous tribes.

Any child with creative artistic bents

(minus this scribe, whose innate abilities cents

less limited me drawing stick figures, more so dense

macabre satisfactorily applying

beard or mustache ala events

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 hair loom of men and women,

while simultaneously rents

sing preoccupied to access

excel lent glue, devoid of common sense

household padding material,
and short scraps from circus tents

of yarn for do whit yourself based artisans
into trash bin of history project wents.

Even than orange ranked as the new black.

This abhor ridge gin null snippets
red + yellow colored strands

atop kepi twas pseudo hair,
sans manufactured eunuchs adorned head lands

with avast linkedin fingerhut dishabille curls),
could easily construct grandstands

a similar facsimile re: globular molded,
incorporated, glommed, errands

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 moonfaced fixed bugeyed ping
pong blank stare to utter garbled syllables
asper one who nipped viz suckle something.

Despite the drabness, homliness,
laquered 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 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, a lore

ring dutiful, fun loving kid under the weather, or hospitalized for
minor adenoids removal, which entailed 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 this 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

Page Number Three:

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 sortsderived after founders,

Harold Mattson and Elliot Handler. A brainstorm session

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