Mr Cadbury met Ms Rowntree in a room on quality Street. It was After Eight. He turned out the light for a bit of Black Magic.
He slipped his hand into her Snickers and showed her his Curly Wurly. Not keen to have any Jelly Babies, she let him take a trip up Bournville Boulevard.
She screamed with Turkish Delight as he took out his fun sized Mars Bar, it felt a bit Crunchie and she really wanted some Time Out.
But he did a Twirl and had a Picnic in her Pick and Mix