But sooneth did I spake words of mine, TimTams aplenty before me laid spreaded.
Concerned not I of the date of expiry. For time left it has for two months till February.
But oh woe and alas funky fungus sneaked up all upon us.
But time for me t'was not on my side, for sadly by then I've taken a huge bite.
Yes, I butchered poetry.
No refunds.
The best bit was when I thought to myself as I took a big chomp of the thing, "Oh my, what an interesting texture this particular Tim Tam flavour brings to my sensitive tongue."
Then I took a closer look.
Then I spat like a water sprinkler.
