She pushed her pram and lit a fag,

Her skin wrinkled and her cheeks did sag.

Baby's lungs filled up with smoke,

Coughing and spluttering ready to choke.

Her phone rang and gave her a start,

As to the cigarette counter she did dart.

She ignored the ring and switched it off,

Baby in pram continued to cough.

Twenty cigarettes she did buy,

Baby in pram continued to cry.