I have just written this poem about school proms. Are proms about perfection these days?

School Prom

From tatty papers pinned to cork boards

Above their antisceptic floors,

Holiday rest time approaches with

One more wipe before multitude foot prints

Of polished high heel shoes scratching over.

As tatty papers flap in corridors

Announcing this year's school prom

As it was in previous days, now CD Roms

Awaken, bugle like, pupils from their doms

Of leafy suburb or grey concrete box dream.

Across roundabouts bubble gum pink limos stretch

Followed by Humvees with tyres higher than

Groups of young girls giggling within

Surrounding a cooled black man in darkened shades,

No lone figure, thinks the driver in front.

Silver finger exhaust pipes feel their way

To stretch and cool air from engine to exit.

Crinolene dresses hover across herring bone floors,

With flowers and other fine details got just right,

Down to patterned fingernails in absolute perfection.

Not 50p to pay and free bags of chips

Or a beefburger like shoe tongue folded in bap;

Today's perfections in their never never land

Of last days of term, one final meet,

Merge into long summer's laze, awaiting post school days.