A Lidl of what you fancy

... does you good.
I fancied these in Lidl.
And the sight of them is doing me a power of good.
They're almost good enough to eat.
Like oranges and lemons and marshmallows.

PS This is not a poem.
It's just a series of short lines.

Talking of lines ... I'm off dancing now.
(If the car starts.
It might or it might not.
Whatever's the problem, it is intermittent.
And they're the hardest faults to identify.
And fix.
Hey ho.)