At the Pyramids

At the Pyramids.


Foursquared against each other,
the single and double buggies have closed in.
Their owners cling on to them
with chubby, square-nailed reason.
The teen-mums rock and jostle,
spill their guts over
pale pink pyjamas,
over Ugg boots
and bubble-topped Smoothies.
Here, at the Pyramids,
their new-found joys are re-renewed
round about noon most weekdays.
On rainy days the improbable
buggies are boil-in-the-bagged
before they reach the Post Office.