Bovina and Jocose

He was raised by clowns, Bovina and Jocose, one with a drag anchor foot, the other with two normal feet. Jocose and Bovina conceived the legless man after a night of circus debaucher, the likes of which occurred once every 27 ½ years. Bovina, moaning like a banshee, clown’s nose splaying his cheekbones, went-off inside Jocose, her thighs queering and thumping against the cabana walls. The prophylactic, red with twills and feathers, burst off the end of his penis, hitting the roof with such force and wit that it shook the cabana like a swift boot, the door clacking against the outside wall like a flydoor castanet. The legless man was spit out from between his mother’s thighs like a rotten oyster, a boil the size of a grapefruit on the tip of his nose. Having managed to wrench him free with a speculum and length of rubber tubing, the doctor noticed that he had two arms, a nose with a grapefruit-size boil on it, ten fingers, two eyes, one brown, one blue and no legs to speak of. His father, rising from his barstool, exclaimed, ‘for the love of God, what have we done?’