An ode to the Rice Cooker

Rice Cooker, Oh Rice Cooker
How you've lit up my life.
In the kitchen of all -
from student to wife.

You quietly silently
sit on the shelf.
No doubt you're acutally
proud of yourself.

It seems people use you
daily for rice.
Not knowing you can cook
other things quite nice.

But I see you have more
potential in you
To cook other things
Perhaps even stew

Today I tried pasta
It left me well fed
Tomorrow'll be something new
I'm thinking banana bread.

I hope you don't mind
of your skills I do boast.
Of all my kitchen tools
It is you I love most.