Writer's block. Imbued with previous forward movement, we've all run, full-force, against that merciless brick wall, rebounding back. It sends us reeling, and leaves us messily sprawled on the ground, rubbing our heads, unsure as to what happened or how to proceed. This was my state of mind one recent morning, as I sat, coffee mug in one hand, pen in the other, when I remembered the timeless advice: Just keep writing, no matter what. My what wandered into, whatever happened to sugar cubes as a form of coffee sweeteners?
(Sugar) Cane Mutiny
In the days of yore, sugar cubes were daily liquidated
In London, Paris and New York from human cares they faded
Yet there lived a gallant sugar cube in a tin-box,
Who one fine morning found his home free of locks
The dangers of the world unbeknownst to him still
He shuffled outside to his dreams of adventure fulfill
But there upon the kitchen table, what did he see?
His dear old aunt drown in a cup of boiling tea.
Outraged, he spoke to bananas and pills and the like,
Describing in gory detail the horror of the Fourth Reich.
Rage against sugar cube cruelty grew in fame,
Which explains why today, we use aspartame.
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The gallant sugar cube. He's had quite an evolution. One can barely recognize him these days. I'm glad whatever sweetener used helped to unblock the writer's block.
History would have been so different if sugar cubes had legs.
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