Hi, I thought I'd share this with you because it made me laugh and we all need to laugh more often.  This is something that just turned up in my email and I'm posting it here in the UK forum because it might not make sense to people from outside the UK.

Anyway, here is the short story of Mr Cadbury and Miss Rowntree for your consumption...

Mr Cadbury met Miss Rowntree on a Double Decker.  It was just After Eight. 

They got off at Quality Street.

He asked her name. "Polo, I'm the one with the hole", she said with a Wispa.

"I'm Marathon, the one with the nuts", he  replied. 

He touched her Cream Eggs, which was a Kinder Surprise for her. 

Then he slipped his hand into her Snickers, which made her Ripple.  

He fondled her Jelly Babies and she rubbed his Tic Tacs.  

Soon they were Heart Throbs.  

It was a Fab moment as she screamed in Turkish Delight.  

But three days later, his Sherbet Dip Dab started to itch.  

Turns out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Bassett and he had Allsorts!

Dont that just melt in your hand!!