Executive Makes a Huge Mistake
Decca Records turned the Beatles down.
Guitars are out, we need a new sound!
They lost their chance
To sing and dance.
Don’t you wonder when they came around?
That executive is now south bound.
You treat him worse than a dying hound.
The Beatles! You yell.
Giving him hell.
Kicking him out, calling him a clown.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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