ODE TO A BISCUIT JAR
Oh biscuit jar.... oh biscuit jar.
I know we were good friends for a long time there. You always provided me with delicious treats, from tim tams, to kingstons and scotch fingers.
But the time has come for us to part ways. I know this will be tough on both of us, but mostly me.
It's not you. It's me. I've moved on, I've changed. Your cream-filled centres no longer move me like they used to.
Please stop trying to tempt me to come back.
The truth is, there's someone else. His name is Mr Optifast milkshake and I think it might be love.
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