Sugar Babies

Pigeon-toed and knock kneed they meander around the ponds edge an ungainly duo mother and son like an ancient fertility figure found in the caves of Lascaux,France she tumble-waddles pendulous breasts bobbing the dough-like basket of her womb long emptied with its navel of Earth submerged in a mound of flesh.. onward she went circumventing the piddle-pond. The child not yet Twiddle-Dee'd by total submersion into the toxic sweetness of a domino sugar existence still stood a chance.. yet the spectre of diabetes loomed around the two like the Ghost of Christmas future.