My name's Elise, and i'm a very, very stupid girl.

i won't say why. i'll just leave it at that. it's just a realisation i've had, and extremely amused by it, so i thought i'd just record this momentous occasion.

i have nothing to report, so in tradition of Terry's recent venture into poetry, i might compose a few line's of my own. i call it:

The Saga Of Elise's Cravings

There once was a girl called Elise,
Who really wanted some nutella
But alas!
There was no nutella in the pantry;
So Elise was forced to compromise,
And she ate a mandarine in stead
Because that was the only food
She could find.

The craving for nutella remained
Elise was sad.
And still hungry.
She would have setted for some of those
Ginger cookies that come in the bag of
Arnott's Assorted
But Alas!
There were no cookies in the pantry;
And Elise was hungry still.

She opened the fridge,
Her hopes high
Bit her spirits fell as she gazed
Upon the empty shelves
And observed a package of
Shaved Parmesan cheese.
I removed the package and ate some.
It was good, but
Not what i craved.

I remain unsatisfied.
Nutella! Nutella! Nutella!
I yearn for thee!
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