Found poem.

We have been listening to things said in the market, and have collected some, and arranged them in to what Dave Gorman would call a found "poem".  You will have to imagine the orchestra playing "Sarabande" (or you could try to find it on-line

The Moor Market.

It's just like coming into a market.

Bananas a pound. Breadcakes a pound

Hold this, its in here somewhere.

Your'e going to have to get it out for me.

Get it curled.

Look at that. Are we seeing Uncle Pete?

Wow Monkey! I bet its arms ache.

Went down this turning and I wanted that turning

This has been a week now and it's making me ill.

Where's the toilets. I drunk too much.

I haven't lost her. Come here often.

He looks terrible. Look at the butcher's stall.

Look at the size of them balls.

I'm worried about squashing my sausage.

Put some elastic round it..

It's exactly what I said.

Somebody been at the cash machine again.

Can I help you my love?

What Day is it?

Always lasts longer in winter.

It will go in this bag, its got to last me a month.

How did that get up there?

Can you come up the back passage?

I've been playing with my sausages

Does she? Is she one of them?

I like a big one. Ha Ha Ha.

Just unloaded it. Plastered all the way.

My son's into these hysterical artefacts.

That's a beauty darling.

I love eighteen inch.

And I apologised that it wasn't a very large one.

Come on now then girls.

I'm just looking.

Its a live one.

Ooh I say, just look at that.

Everything is so well laid out.

Don't know about you,but I like a big one.

It's nice to come to a market that has some stalls occupied.

Hurrah! Come on darling.