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Chocolate Factory

Chocolate Factory

My firm designed a chocolate factory, hooray,
the employees were told you can eat anything,
they soon tired of the conveyor belt, marzipan
left, still sitting there bereft, I was greatest fan.

What's your favourite flavour, orange, nut caramel,
fondant, coffee cream, strawberry, walnut whirl,
maybe liqueur, creme de menthe, whiskey paradise,
tequila sunrise, surely would just be half as nice.

Mr. Bond liked 'flake,' a bit strangely ironic really,
007 had time between sweets to make a killing,
you imagine squinting thro' the sights biting
on a chocolate nut crunch, a hit - how exciting.

My mother brought all her samples from Cadburys,
she looked heavenwards in ecstasy, that's where love is. 

 
 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

don't want to kill anybody, just die eating chocolate covered peanuts!....enjoyed the sonnet Terry! sweet words! hope you are well!..........................................................Jim

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Jill Tait

Rum n raisin here Oooh Old Jamaica yummy 🌹💕🌹

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Terry Reeves

Hi Jim,
Thanks so much -
enjoy the peanuts lol.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Terry Reeves

Hi Marion,
Thanks so much.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Terry Reeves

Hi Jill,
Thanks so much -
like the rum cor.....
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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