Mr Cadbury met Miss Rowntree in a room on Quality Street, it was after 8.
He turned out the light for a bit of Black Magic. He slipped his hand into her snickers and showed her his curly wirly.
Not keen to have any jelly babies she let him have her up Bournevile Boulevard.
She screamed with Turkish delight as he took out his mars bar. It felt a bit crunchie and she wanted some timeout but he did a twirl and come in a very milky way!