HERE IS ANOTHER YOU CAN TRY AND REVISE:
"The Candy Wrapper"
It was another Payday, and I was tired of being a Mr. Goodbar.
So I saw Miss Hershey standing behind the Powerhouse on the corner
of Clark and Fifth Avenue, and I whipped out my Whopper and whispered,
"Hey Sweetart, how'd you like to Krunch on my Big Hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?"
Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and, Uno, it was
like pure Almond Joy. I couldn't help but grab her delicious Mounds 'cause
it was easy to see that this little Twix had the Red Hots. It was all I
could do to hold back a Snicker and a Krackle as my Butterfinger
went up her tight little Kit Kat and she started to scream
"Oh Henry, Oh Henry!" Soon she was fondling my Peter Paul and Zagnuts and
I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my Milkduds clear to Mars and gave
her a taste of the old Milky Way. She asked if I was into
m&m, but I said "Hey Chiclet, no kinky stuff." I said "Look you
little Reece Piece, don't be a zero, be a Lifesaver. Why don't you just take my
Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit O' Honey?" (What a piece of Juicyfruit she
was, too).
She screamed, "Oh, Crackerjack, you're better than the Three
Musketeers!" as I rammed my Ding Dong up her Rocky Road and
into her Peanut Butter Cup.
Well, I was givin' it too her Good 'n' Plenty, when all of a sudden...my
Starburst.
Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow a bit Chunky and
complained of a Wrigley in her stomach. Sure enough, nine months later,
out popped a Baby Ruth. |
