I'm rereading right now Schaub's The Year of No Sugar and it inspired me to write some verses. What if other races on the comos subsisted on fructose instead of glucose? Here's my Calvin & Hobbes-esque take on it:
So they finally came
Set to fulfill their aim
Their presence long suspected
Narrow-minded for a change
In no cultural exchange
Were they interested
Advanced in technology
Pastry cooking and what-not-logy
They also loved sweets
Tarts and cakes
Smoothies and crepes
These were their feasts
Their biology different
(this much was evident)
Could only process fructose
Scoured for it the universe
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Glucose made them fat
None of them wanted that
Fructose was their stuff of dreams
Sugar they knew
Was unhealthy to not a few
Made them burst their seams
Piled their ships with Earth cookies,
Soft drinks, candy and licorice
All high with high fructose
Promised they'd come back
No fear of them to attack
Peace and sweetness their cause
And back they came
No longer tame
Their spoils had spoiled
Earth's reputation was now soiled
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The final couple of verses need some rework, which I'll figure out later. For the actual chemistry check out Schaub's book (Two word summary: avoid fructose!). BTW, the documentary "Fed Up" pairs real well with it.
