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Mr. Cadbury.


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Mr.Cadbury and Ms.Rowntree went off for the weekend.

It was After Eight.

She was from Quality Street and he was a Fishermans Friend.

On the way they stopped at a Yorkie Bar.

He had a Rum and Butter and she had a Wine Gum.

He asked her name. she said Polo, I'm the one with the hole.(and 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'nt long before he slipped his hand into her Snickers and felt the Contrast of her Double Deckers.

Then he showed her his Curly Whirly.

Ms.Rowntree was'nt keen as she already had a few Jelly Babies.

So she let him take a trip down Bourneville Boulevard.

He was pleased as he fancied a bit of Fudge Nudging.

It was a Magic Moment as she let out a scream of Turkish Delight.

When he came out his Fun Size Mars Bar felt a bit Crunchie.

She wanted more but decided to take Time Out.

However, he noticed her Pink Wafers looked very appertising.

So he did a Twirl and had a Picnic in her Sherbert.

At the same time he gave her a Gob Stopper.

Unfortunately Mr.Cadbury had to go home to his wife Caramel.

Sadly, he soon discovered he had caught V.D.

It turns out Ms.Rowntree had a box of Assorted Creams.

She really had been out with All Sorts. B)

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