How shall I sugar? Let me count the ways. Crumbles atop golden butt’ry muffin, Frostings, car’mels, choc’lates, pies, crème brûlée. Nect’rous sugar, grant me your smile sacch’rine. When I am tir’d, poor, huddled, yearning to Breathe free, ard’rous sucrose, give me repose. Succor by sucker, it’d be pas-de-deux How many dulcet tidbits I’d enclose —If... Continue Reading →