Ode to Tim-Tams

I looked in the fridge today
Just as I have looked
On many previous days
But you were not there.

I remember a time
When I had to forcibly move you
So I could get to the healthy food.
The fruit and vegies were buried
In Tim-Tams.

But now, it is not so.
I do not understand how people
Having once tasted a Tim-Tam
Can act as though they never existed
And why they expect me to act this way.
How can I forget the chocolatey goodness?

If Tim-Tams could read, I would write this letter:
Dear Tim-Tams,
There will always be room in my fridge
For you.
Love Noof.