Broken sweetener

A poem

Broken sweetener tablet
Borne of plastic clicker 
Half cut, ragged edge
A white disc that should be thicker

The mechanism, not trusted
To serve the mug direct anymore
Punched into a waiting palm
‘cause I’ve seen halves like this before

The portion of an entire tab
Hopes for boiling dissolution
But I want a proper hit of sweetness
Not this half-cut contribution

So I punch out another
Into my hand, to guarantee
A full dose of sugary satisfaction
To make a decent cup of tea

It seems a shame to waste what’s broken
I consider disposal in the sink
But what’s a little extra sweetness?
Both go in the mug, plink plink

B Philippe

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