Ode to Glucose

Oh, glucose, king of carbs thou art,
And poison not a bit.
Powering all that spins and twirls,
And making cells be fit.

The foodies hate thee, to be sure,
And curse thy presence all the time,
Displaying that their "knowledge" be
Worth no more than a dime.

But Krebs displayed how precious thou be
In phosphorylating sweet,
For were thou not ubiquitous
We never would see heat.

So fear not for thy future,
Tho' foodies' lies keep on,
For nature knows thy beneficence
And will prove true anon.