Candy In Bars

Baby Ruth, went unnoticed for years. She was beginning to think love
would never find her. Every weekend she met her friends Twix, and
KitKat at the local bar. The Sugar Daddy's in this bar were all the
same; none of them were looking for a relationship. They were looking
for AirHeads, with big Mounds for a one night stand.

Tonight they decided to move on and try the bar over on 5thAvenue. The
joint was loaded with Twisters, and full of MrGoodbars. There were a
few Jelly Bellies in the crowd. I've had my fill of that kind. I saw
what I wanted right away and OhHenry, he was walking toward me smiling.
He had almond shaped eyes, the color of a Hershey's. He stuck out his
hand and said "Hello my name's Heath" I shook his hand and melted like
a handful of M&;amp;Ms. My name is Baby Ruth, this is Kit Kat, and
that's Twix, on the end. "Ah the Three Muskeeteers" he said.

The Milky Way, or Mars, that's where I wanted him to take me. I wanted
to feel like 100 Grand before I was finished. Some LollyPop, walked
past and whispered "Watch out for Peppermint Patty, she'll be here Now
or Later, looking for her man." The door opened with a bang and in
walked the biggest Jaw Breaker, I have ever seen she planted a Hershey
Kiss, on my dream boat and looked at me with distaste like I had big
Red Wax Lips, or something. I knew right away this was not Peppermint
Patty.

How many other Sweet Tarts, did this sucker have. I didn't have a
chance with him it wasn't going to happen. I had been too much of a
Slow Poke, I should have grabbed him when I first walked in. I must
have Pop Rocks, in my head instead of brains. I'll always be a Zero the
way it's looking now. I couldn't stop weeping even though I knew it
would be harder to find someone to take me home; if I had white looking
stuff on my coat. That's what happens when a Baby Ruth, draws moisture
you know. I may place an add in the catalog presenting myself as a
Treasure, saying I could be ForeverYours, don't let me slip through
your Butterfingers.

I left the bar alone and headed back to the box. KitKat, found some
Malted Milk Balls, to fondle and Twix, was slobering all over that
Charleston Chew, she'd picked up. It looked like both of them might
Score. One day I'll find that sweet caramel filling, inside that dark
chocolate exterior. I'll not settle for a Peanut Butter Cup, no siree
not me. Peanut butter, sticks to the roof of my mouth.