How sad, the pile of sugar cane
That fell like drops of heavy rain
Blocks of white, what a sight!
Here we go again!

It happens every time, I fear
They never make it to my cup
I open up the sugar bowl
Miss, then have to tidy up

I keep an endless supply
I really don’t know why
I’m diabetic, but quite ascetic
Of this, I can’t deny

I hope one day, dear Stevia
You’ll come in my favorite shape
But until then, I surrender to
The sugar cube, my great escape

Writing Prompt – Neverending sugar cubes – Day 27/30

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