They were called Wishniks or trolls
Marble eyes, plastic skin
Drew me with their childish grins
We grow and throw too many things
Then long for their return
They gave me pleasure…
I grew up…
Did I thank them….?
It is quadrille Monday at dVersepoets.com . Exactly 44 words excluding the title. Today the prompt word is troll. I had trolls in the mid to late 60’s of every size from the giant ones to the eraser heads. I wonder what ever happened to them and wish I had them again.
A Google image.