Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Julie Grenness Oct 2016
Here's a tale of my childhood toy,
A hand knitted ******* boy,
His name was Little Black *****,
Politically incorrect, you know,
Thought police would have fun,
For me, he was toy number one,
But then,  I gave him away,
A gift of love, one day,
For my little cousin, a gift,
Gollies are now cool, get my drift?
When old things become new again, eh!
Maybe I'll knit a ******* today!!
Feedback welcome!!!

— The End —