Being Payday I went to the Mars Bar
For a Valentines drink, perhaps a Bud.
Instead of staying home, fiercely pounding my pud.
Then I spotted her with ass wide as a car
As a chubby chaser I loved her girth
With a manly nod and smile that was fake
I bought her a jumbo chocolate milkshake
My dick was smoldering like fiery scorched earth
At my booth she said she was a sex worker
With the right man she could be quite randy
But instead of cash she accepted only candy
I quickly agreed to the terms of this porker
She gave me a wet Kiss that did linger
She rubbed her Mound against me. On a hunch
I offered her an unwrapped Nestlé Crunch
My dick now hard as a stale Butterfinger
“I just banged Three Musketeers,” she divulged.
“Being now messy allow me to clean up
Then we can share a delicious Reese Cup”
Her hand rested where my pants now bulged.
“You’re no bigger than a Tootsie Roll, pop”
She said with a wink and a cruel Snicker
Her other hand buried deep in her knickers
She laid out ground rules while eating a gumdrop
“My back door you cannot enter” said she as she plays
my cock beneath the table. The bar’s not palatial
But in close confines I did give her a facial
Which only cost me a dozen Milky Ways
“But Twix my legs you may merrily frolic
Tasting my creamy nougat center. Get your fill
Oh how my Kitkat purrs. Give me a break if you will”
All this delight for the cost of milk chocolate
Luring her to bed later with a Fifth Avenue
“Oh, Henry, fuck me harder,” she hisses
While choking on a bagful of Hershey Kisses
Afterwards we did discuss her earned revenue
For emptying my balls her fee was small
All required was a Hershey bar collection
No Heath Bars to be found amongst the selection
Only Hersheys stacked over four-feet tall
She ate them all within an hour
Calories she did not eschew
A salad she did never chew
The empty wrappers made her dour
Toward marital bliss she gave me a nudge
A priest would be found, unaware the bride’s a whore
Of course we will also need a reinforced floor
For our reception we would serve a ton of homemade fudge
Our sweet relationship went on for weeks
Then she disappeared in air that’s thin
Oh, how I missed counting her each and every chin
Returning to the Mars Bar, answers I did seek
Asking her pimp who said all was copacetic
Where oh where did my Baby Ruth go?
Who would dream of hurting my rotund ho
Then I got the news, my lover was hospitalized; Type A diabetic
