Poetry about shopping centers

In the morning, the sea is waiting to pick up shells.

The curtain fell on the beach and my feet went numb.

Find tomorrow's white fairy,

Fiona Fang got drunk and ran 100 meter.

Probably when people get up in the morning, the shopping mall has prepared what people want to buy. In the evening, the goods were sold out, leaving only the footprints of the previous people. The next day, fresh things were placed on the counter. The last sentence describes that there is a shopping mall around the house, and people don't need to go out for life within this 100 meter range.

However, this poem mainly describes the Imperial Pen Shopping Mall. You'd better add a topic about shopping malls, or others won't understand. )