Aaron never understood how people only had one sugar, or even no sugars, in their tea these days. He’d look down his nose at them and mutter “amateurs” as he enjoyed the classic two teaspoons of sugar, three teaspoons of brown sugar, four tablespoons of icing sugar and a pint of skittles in his breakfast tea.
© Carl Burkitt 2019
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.
