I’m more of a savoury person myself, but gobstoppers, well I can think of many a person, I would like to feed with them. Ranging from people with foul mouths, to politicians and so called statesmen. Personally I think the word “Statseman” will soon disappear from our dictionaries, because most of the “things” we have now, can in no way be described as statesmen.
I’ve just read over my little poem again, jelly dummies, well there’s a thing! I can think of one specific American for which the use of one of those would alone make the world a better place.

Sweets

Gobstoppers that made mother sigh,
Flying Saucers that didn’t fly,
Sherbet dabs , that weren’t fish,
Love hearts made you all wish.

Walnut Whips with a nut on the inside,
Jelly Babies, pear drops and more besides.
To whom did you give your last Rollo,
Or was it a Murray mint, or even a Pollo.

Jelly Snakes, that wriggled and how,
Milk lollies, direct from the cow,
Woolworths pick and mix,
Some liked to chew on liquorish sticks.

Bulls Eyes, that stared out of the bag,
Jelly dummies the children to gag,
Liquorice Allsorts with bobbles and stripes,
Sherbet you sucked up with a pipe.

Sweet cigarettes that got you addicted,
Waste chewing gum on the street could get you convicted.
You could eat sugar mice but not rats,
Lion bars if you liked to eat big cats.

Marathons used to be Snickers,
Rocket lollies for all the avid lickers.
Bertie Bassets liquorice all sorts,
Liquorice string to hold up your shorts.

All words Meadowhead Bard.