Maharaja Richard’s Mars Bar Ballad

 🍫🪐 Maharaja Richard’s Mars Bar Ballad 🚀🎸

He pecked at the batter with regal delight,

Then blinked at the sky

was that a rocket in flight?

“Is there life on Mars?” he clucked with a grin,

As caramel dreams made the cosmos spin.

The harmonica howled, the tabla did cry,

While bats in the rafters swooped low from the sky.

The Maharaja Blues struck a Bowie-esque chord,

As Richie Red pondered his Martian reward.

Will he transmogrify into cosmic cuisine?

A rooster-shaped rover in Elon’s grand scheme?

Or just keep strumming his bronze resonator,

Singing sweet blues to the stars and equator.

Trying the deep fried mars bar.

Side Effects of deep fried mars bars.

Response to the Nay sayers.

Why tremble at a Mars bar, deep-fried and bold, 

When sausage and haddock wear batter like gold? 

You’ll munch on a banger, encased in a crust, 

Yet scoff at a sweet with a look of disgust?

The fish in its jacket, the sausage in shell, 

Are swimming in oil, and you know them well. 

But when chocolate dares to dive in the vat, 

You clutch at your pearls and cry, “What is that?!”

Is it fear of the sugar, the caramel tide? 

Or shame that your taste buds might take a wild ride? 

For deep-fried delight is no crime of the tongue

It’s carnival courage, it’s culinary fun!

So hush now, ye critics, and loosen thy tie, 

Let Mars take a plunge, let your palate fly high. 

If you’ll batter a cod and devour with glee, 

Then let chocolate be free in its crispy jubilee

Pink Flamingo’s opinion 

🦩A Mars bar, deep fried? That’s not dessert—it’s performance art in a chip shop tuxedo. I bit into one in Leek and saw visions of Elvis tap-dancing on a caramel cloud.🦩

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