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Written on 26th July 2007

On a cold winters day

a crunchie bar is calling my name

Its a craving like never before

to this crunchie bar, this is a game

a game to see if i will give in

i walk past a shop

on the way past i glance in the window

i spy and bar and have to stop

i place my hand on the door knob

i hesitate then open the door

i can only see the gold packet

i hear my foot steps on the floor

I walk up to the counter

and hand over the money

the cashier gives me the change

then hands me the bar with a smile

i turn and walk out the shop

i slowly rip the gold wrapper

i can see the brown chocolate inside

it looks so handsome ... no.... drapper

I pull the bar out

but only half comes free

i look into the bottom of the packet

its crushed... how could this be?

The dismay I feel

is too hard to take

why oh why

did my crunchie bar break

was it on purpose

did the cashier do it for fun

the question is digging at my mind

if he did... he better run

i walk back into the shop

and straight up to the front desk

i look the cashier dead in the eye

i tell him i have a complaint i would like to express

a tear falls down one cheek

i place the bar down

and explain to him that im heart broken

all i see on his face is a bitter frown

i am ushered out of the shop

left to drown in my pain and anguish

i sob right there in the street and stare at my bar

there is only one thing i wish

and that is the next time i make such a purchase

that the crunchie bar will remain unscathed

until i put it in my mouth and chew the creamy chocolate

and be depressed when its all gone