Mr Cadbury Met Miss Roundtree: on a Double Decker. It was just After Eight, and they got off at Quality Street. He asked her name? "Polo, I'm the one with the hole," she said, with a Whisper.
"I'm Marathon," he replied, "the one with the nuts."
He touched her cream eggs, and then slipped his hand into her Snickers. He fondled her flapjacks, and she rubbed his Tic-Tac's. It was a fab moment, and she screamed with Turkish Delight. But three day's later, his sherbet had dip-dab, and it turned out Miss Roundtree had been with Bertie Bassett, and he had Allsorts.