Welcome to PPOTD on this fine Friday. This week

we're going to break with tradition by not

mentioning 'ado' at all, which should cut down

on the amount of smalltalk and irrelevant preamble

that we normally have here. Our pop poem today may

be familiar to some of you, but that's no reason

why you wouldn't want to experience it again. Also

since you know it, it needs no introduction, so

to cut a long story short here is today's pop

poem:

There is no quiz today on PPOTD. But don't look so

glum because in place of the quiz we have a much

more exciting thing. You may recall those school

fête type games where there is a giant jar of sweets

and you have to guess how many, with the nearest

guess winning the jar at the end of the fete. Well

this is very similar, except there is only one

sweet, and I've already eaten it. Nonetheless, the

wrapper is on my desk, it was a chocolate bar, and

all you have to do is guess what it was called.

The winner gets a 5% discount on next year's car

insurance if female, or a spot on the PPOTD bingo

card if male. In the event of any uncertainty as

to the gender, my decision is final.

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