[Jerome Betts]

Just had a Premium Bonds win ( a measly £25 before you all get too excited) and the accompanying slip invites me to share my Ernie moment with the following:

You've won a prize, a delight for the eyes
A feeling of bliss you don't want to miss
Your heart beats much faster, your senses aware
It's moments like these we all want to share . . .

Can anyone come up with a reply to this NSI copywriter?

[Douglas G. Brown]

Thanks for the check, and your versified letter;
But a larger amount would make me feel better.

[Jerome Betts]

Nice! They call it a warrant, so would adjust the first line to Thanks for your warrant and versified letter.

[Ann Drysdale]

Yes, the twenty-five that used to be fifty in the days before they raised the maximum holding limit... (sigh).

I have an arrangement whereby anything I win is automatically used to buy more of the things, so my reply would probably be a sanitised equivalent of "up yours".

But, fair play, it's a pleasing human touch, though I must admit Douglas's response will take some beating.

[Matt Q]

I was aiming for a ruder ending, as you can probably imagine from the first two lines, but ended up with this one:

What kind of a prize could delight a man’s eyes
and engender a feeling of bliss?
As yet nothing I’ve found for twenty five pounds.
So please send me more money than this.

[Charlie Southerland]

What would it matter to you
if my wallet were fatter?, and who
cut the prize in two?, to flatter
the boss and shatter the few?–
the latter, you shrew.