MY STOCKING MONKEY

Spindly arms and legs with gangly tail,
Red nose and butt, replete of clothes…
A silly memory, I suppose,
Of a special toy not found for sale.

Created and stuffed by my grandma,
Was my little monkey with button eyes;
An old wool stocking, now, in disguise…
A really clever idea, huh?

As I look back on this toy of old,
Upon my face, there appears a smile,
And I sit and muse a while longer...
On this memory worth more than gold.