Scally Mother

'Wat uoo lookin' at bruvva?
Yeh, so wot I'm a teen muvva.
Check me out wiv all me bling'.
Fingers chock full of sovereign.
'Eee aint fat, he walks everywhere.'
Vodka piled high in his pushchair.
Grubby vest rides up over her tummy,
how many times has she been a mummy?
No hope, no future, start to sterilise,
curb this problem. It's always on the rise.