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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
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
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