'Shopping centre at night...'

Shopping centre at night,
old ladies’ delight.
A cuppa and Turkish Delight.

My mother will never learn,
haggard and careworn,
to shop for an evening gown.

Whispering ‘How nice!’
Overweight butterflies
out for penny thrills.

Still the same sugar and spice…

I wonder if paradise
should be like Woollen Mills.