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