It's all at the...

A society? A shop? A shining
beacon in the high street
or on the corner of lesser thoroughfares.
Sepia buildings sported the full
title, brown-clothed people
brandished books, rations seemed more
generous: it paid dividends after all.

Blue letters on white plastic
lure the bus-passed 'twerlies'
-between ten and three- to by-pass
locations on strictly budgeted routes.
Those first four letters are the
last four remnants of a commercial
(co-)operation as outdated as a mutual.