Ma Pilsbury

it was a fat child,
rolled up grub white
inside her uterus

it stuck to her skirt
little dough ball
till cristermas

when it crawled
from the sofa
and smiled half-eyed

witterless, she saw
it jump, it shook
her shoulders, crazed

sucked her bloody gravy
from the belly up
till she fell over

dead into the telly.
headless and ugerly
a terrible mum...

but she raised
a luverly
dumpling.

yummi yum!

Sara Belkadi

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