By Doyle French
I dream of a land of Marathon Bars
And if you don't remember what these are...
Caramel covered in chocolate
length and size of a ruler
and with what strength to recall such bliss!
I often dream of this land
where these yet survive
sold for a mere 50cents,
where somehow the popularity
is resurrected once again and
children of the bayside reside and play
never to mourn not the death of a candy bar...
A mouth full of gobbely chew
chocolate and caramel
so much so to hardly be able to chew fast enough to breath!
A gobbely chew to finally be able to ingest
only to find yourself in Heaven
standing in front of Saint Peter Paul
at the pearly Marathon Bar Gates...