Wow, Dave, that first poem transported me to childhood and the memory of an old tradition amongst the older Finns. My father also loved to do this sometimes back then. They would pour their strong black coffee into the saucer, take a sugar cube between the teeth and sip the coffee through the sugar. I remember some of them complaining that the sugar cubes were not as soft as the ones back in the old country, not absorbing the coffee just the right way and sweetening it the right amount. I wonder if the Finns are still the biggest coffee consumers in the world.