>> > Mr. Cadbury and Mrs Rowntree met on a coach journey. It was
>>After
>> > Eight.
>> > She was from Quality Street: he was a Fisherman's Friend. On the
>>way
>> > they stopped at a Yorkie Bar, he had Rum & Butter and she had a
>>Wine
>> > Gum.
>> >
>> > He asked her name. "Polo, I'm the one with the hole", she said.
>>"I'm
>> > the
>> > one with the Nuts", he thought. Then he touched her Milky Way.
>>They
>> > checked in and went straight to the bedroom.
>> >
>> > Mr Cadbury turned out the light for a bit of Black Magic. It
>>wasn't
>> > long
>> > before he slipped his hand into her Snickers and felt the
>>contrast of
>> > her Double Decker. Then he showed her his Curly Wurly.
>> >
>> > Ms Rowntree wasn't keen to have any more Jelly Babies, so she
>>let him
>> > take a trip down Bourneville Boulevard. He was pleased as he
>>always
>> > fancied a bit of Fudge. It was a Magic Moment as she let out a
>>scream
>> > of
>> > Turkish Delight.
>> >
>> > When he came out his Fun Sized Mars Bar felt a bit Crunchie. She
>> > wanted
>> > more but he decided to take Time Out. However, he noticed her
>>Pink
>> > Wafers looked very appetising... So he did a Twirl, had a Picnic
>>in
>> > her
>> > Sherbert and gave her a Gob Stopper.
>> >
>> > Unfortunately Mr. Cadbury then had to go home to his wife,
>>Caramel.
>> > Sadly, he was soon to discover he had caught V.D. It turns out
>>Ms
>> > Rowntree had been with All Sorts.






