Come inside my humble store
Come here and sit for a spell
Come and admire my proffered wares
Come here to buy and sell

They say we dead are but memories
And that holds for dead
things as well
For each of my goods has a history
And all have a story to tell

So come and look, and listen
And if you're compelled to acquire
Just remember all sales are final
And theft's consequences are dire

The Shelves