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    Marketing through the ages

    Ladies and Gentlemen
    This is my favourite market
    The sun is out and I want to do you a deal
    I am going to put these Two items together
    Manufacturers Retail Price on each is £20
    That’s a a combined price of £40
    But I am not going to charge £40
    £35 that’s a fair price but not even £35
    Put your money away Madam,
    Wait until I finished I will offer a deal so sweet
    That your husband will want to buy them for you
    He has the look of a bargain hunter
    I will bet even with his short arms and
    Unfeasibly deep pockets, he can’t resist your smile
    Not £35, £32 you say again a fair price
    But if you promise not to tell the other markets
    I will make it £30 just for you here today
    When they are gone, they are gone

    I move on from the seller’s brash persuasion
    Lodged in my head as he barters with banter
    As I browse the Sunday outdoor sideshow
    Stalls in the carpark of Seventies stadium venue

    Long before the marketing days
    Whippets dogs fifty shades of Greyhounds
    Released from the trap ran the dogleg
    Pursued the hare with graceful speed

    Revved up roars of engines reverberate
    Calling out a challenge to the rival drivers
    Their stock is high even driving a banger
    Cars clatter and batter, race to survive

    Cars and greyhounds both out of stock
    The dogs definitely had their day
    Until marketing became the world
    Cornish Market World remained on :Par

    Todays indoor market boasts its large-ness
    Seventy stalls and expansion of opening
    Second hand has passed antique apprentice
    Goods less ad hoc and more streamlined

    Today’s sun ahines down in past repetition
    Traders bargain but excitement not on Par
    Pasts brash colour whitewashed by regularity
    Marketing shopping but adventure left on the shelf

  • #2
    Nicely drawn,
    the Little England that was,
    the thrust and cut when wrens
    graced a brass farthings
    worth and tight hands
    kept tight purse.
    Last edited by Johntee; 07-12-2022, 06:44 AM.

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    • #3
      Thank you John I like that

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      • #4
        Never having a talent for haggling, I do poorly markets which require the skill, but I have family members who positively thrive on the practice.

        Nice peek into bygone days...just the right touch of wistful glance-back.

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        • #5
          thank you RhymeLovingWriter

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          • #6
            Bartering is an art and your poem pictured it perfectly. Nice job Jon.

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            • #7
              Thank you AlexandratheLate

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              • #8
                Hello Parkinsonpoet,
                You bring us into the cacophony and mayhem of market day with acute observations and poetic acumen. I really enjoyed this one. Well done indeed.

                All the best,
                Tony.

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                • #9
                  Thank you Tony

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