[John Whitworth]

Nice work, Lance Make sure you enter. I think this is a difficult competition. Brian, I am agog to see your entry.

[Lance Levens]

Thanks John. I'm sending now.

[Adrian Fry]

I share the general dislike of this competition. The supermarket would nasally intone 'Cashier number four, please.' while the market stall would bellow 'Loverley melons, two the pound!' or what have you.

Since a number of competitions have proved rather uninspiring, perhaps they ought to have a competition to set more imaginative competitions.

[Jerome Betts]

SM My produce, easy on the eye,
Is uniform and cheap to buy

MS It’s boring, not like on a stall
Odd shapes displayed with warts and all.

SM I offer comfort choice and speed
To those with busy lives to lead.

MS With me, you get a chance to chat
Your system isn’t up to that.

SM I’m clean and cool, at any rate,
You’re none of these, you’re out of date.

MS Poor screwed suppliers under strain
Support the profits of your chain.

SM Mock all you like, you scruffy titch,
The world looks kindly on the rich.

MS I’m small but honest, or, at least,
More so than some, you bloated beast!

[John Whitworth]

Get it in. Jerome. It has class.

[Jerome Betts]

Thanks, John. Went off yesterday. Vague memories of some Thomas Hood dialogue somewhere in back of mind - Gog and Magog?

[Lance Levens]

Jerome

Marvell's "Dialogue Between the Body and the Soul?'