They were pushing their prams
As if into the breach
Their pavement entitlement
All the slabs they could reach
Their obscenities of chat
Drowned the screams of their young
As they bowled out pedestrians
Into doorways, people flung
Their juvenile load
Just as wide as their cheek
And their rotund behinds
Left no ounce of mystique
Toddlers in hand
Yelled out vile abuse
High on the additives of sweets
And from E-number misuse
The collective day trippers
Gave them all a wide berth
Averting their eyes
For all they were worth
Judgement was laden
On superior trowels
From the middle-class shoppers
Scared of uttering, single vowels
That’s so insightful! 🙂
Thank you for your comment. x