Not as Nice

That is a very strange poem, thought Pliny the Elder, upon reading it. Was it that the Smarties had no substance, or was it merely that they were not real Smarties?

He remembered eating Smarties that were not real Smarties. He had come across them inside a chocolate Easter egg, and they had not been as nice as Smarties.

The reason for the not-being-as-niceness was, if he remembered rightly, that the hard shell around the chocolate button had not dissolved in his mouth in the expected way, but cracked into tiny sharp pieces, and that the chocolate, when he had recovered from the shock of that, had been of an inferior quality.

Nevertheless, he thought, I shall take a look around, in case there are any left.