Milly

Golden skin like honey that bees have just made.
Feels smooth, lumpy and stumpy.
Eyes black as a magpie that has flown in the sky just a year ago.
The shortest trunk you have ever seen.
A little pink mouth like a pig that has just been washed.
The skin is rough like leaves everywhere.
Smells like hard dry clay.
It makes me feel excited and joyful.
Stays in my room on a ledge.
If I broke you I would glue you back together.
It made me happy when it was my sister’s birthday.