I wrote a poem. It pretty much proves that I can never be a poet.

Ode to Chocolate Crunch

Oh, you are chocolaty and crunchy,
exceptionally munchy.
What would I do without you,
I'd die and turn blue.

Biscuit and coconut,
All sitting in my gut.
Seventy-five pence per hit,
Run and get one - don't sit!

It bloody well rhymes - that should count for something.