Mr Cadbury met Miss Rowntree on a Double Decker. It was just After Eight.
They got off at Quality Street, in front of the Fisherman's Friend pub. He asked her name. "Polo, I'm the one with the hole", she said in a Wispa. "I'm Marathon, the one with the nuts", he replied. He touched her Creme Eggs, then slipped his hand into her Snickers. He fondled her Flap Jacks, while she rubbed his Tic Tacs. It was a Fab moment, and she screamed in
Turkish Delight. But three days later his Sherbert Fountain started to drip. Turns out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Bassett, who had Allsorts.
They got off at Quality Street, in front of the Fisherman's Friend pub. He asked her name. "Polo, I'm the one with the hole", she said in a Wispa. "I'm Marathon, the one with the nuts", he replied. He touched her Creme Eggs, then slipped his hand into her Snickers. He fondled her Flap Jacks, while she rubbed his Tic Tacs. It was a Fab moment, and she screamed in
Turkish Delight. But three days later his Sherbert Fountain started to drip. Turns out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Bassett, who had Allsorts.
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