The unlucky shop

My love life is like the unlucky shop.
Derelict most of the time
and then suddenly a bakery.

'It won't last' all the locals say
and before you know it it's shut again
about to become a sports shop.
There is no demand for shin pads
and yoga mats around these parts.

None of the other shops have a problem with trade
it's just this unlucky shop
where no-one even browses.

In the new year it's a tobacconists.
Oh dear oh dear say the locals
apart from the local signwriter who just rubs his hands.

Occasionally someone will say 'Ooh it's still there
selling second hand books for just over a year.
That must be a record.
Maybe this time, this is it.'

But then they're gone again. Boarded up windows
a to let sign. Soon there will be more people
unloading their van from the kerb outside.
'This is our new shop' they will proudly tell people.