Mr Cadbury met Miss Rowntree on a Double Decker. It was just After Eight.
They got off at Quality Street. He asked her name.
It is Polo, the one with the hole she said with a Wispa.
I'm Marathon, the one with the nuts he replied.
...He touched her Cream Eggs, then slipped his hand into her Snickers.
He fondled her Flap Jacks, and she rubbed his Tic Tacs.
It was a Fab moment as she screamed in Turkish Delight.
But 3 days later his Sherbert Dip started to itch.
Turns out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Bassett, and he had Allsorts.
