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.
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