Once there was a chocolate bar
Whose name was Fry's Five Centres,
Did not the Famous Five eat them
Whilst on their fine adventures?
The chocolate came in milk and plain
The filling rich and fruity,
To have a store of them was like
A treasure trove of booty.
You can keep your Nestle Dairy Crunch,
And keep your Mars and Snickers,
I'd choose a batch of Fry's Five Centres
To stash inside my knickers.
Where she stashed the Five Centres
soon left Oldspice in a quandary
she suddenly discovered she had SIX Centres
cos she hadn't done the laundry!
Sorry Oldspice, I couldn't help myself as usual.
I did like your poem.
very good spicey
The Ballad of Bars Long Gone
The Golden Cup it is no more
You can’t get Cabanas like before
Mavericks once ruled the roost
But now they’ve joined the Coconut Boost
In the land of chocs no longer made
Will our yearning ever fade
For Wispas Gold and Mint and Bite?
Why ditch them but not the Flyte?
Fry’s Five Boys and Centres are gone
Looking for Liaison? Sorry, there’s none
Aztecs you can no longer buy
Or Pyramints either – why oh why?
Milk Tray bars are gone, which makes us sad
And Amazin’ Raisins, it’s too bad
Top Deck is gone, and Tiffin too
Bitz and Bar Six, both are through
We miss these bars; let’s get them back
And give the sods who dropped them the sack!
The Tale of Friends’ Favourites
Lou longs for the comeback of Cabana bars
BK mourns the loss of the Midnight style Mars
Of Fry’s Five Centres does Cherry Ripe dream
Oldspice would kill for a pineapple cream
Smurfy longs for a bite of the great Wispa Mint
What about GC? Well, her name is a hint
The return of Mint Cracknell would make Salsa glad
Questions on the Secret drive everyone mad
These are the sorrows of just a small few
Members of dear old Chocolate Review.
I thought I'd write about chocolate as well
but you know me, I'm as lazy as hell!
Twix, Mars and Crunchie to name a few
Right,that's enough I'm off to the loo.
Fantastic Smurfy and BK.
Hi all you chocolates what can i say?
I think it's been made sticky because it reminds us of days of yore, of Swallows gathering on the wires, of vicars on bicycles and Ford Capris. Not to mention Cabanas and Swiskit.