Unwelcome
The store was most inviting
With its various antiques,
The kind of place for browsing
That a retro-lover seeks.
I stopped in on a Sunday
But I didn’t stay for long,
For the music that was blasting
Was a real religious song.
Now the owner makes her choices
Based on what she likes to hear
And she joined in on the chorus
In a voice both loud and clear.
Yet I think consideration
To the shoppers should be paid.
If the radio played country
(Not my thing), I would have stayed.
Had this happened close to Christmas
Maybe I’d have been prepared,
But I wasn’t, so I left and
I could tell nobody cared.
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