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| Riced in Peace. |
Are broken-hearted
That you are
Tragically departed.
You cooked up
Lovely, fluffy rice,
Making mealtimes
Very nice.
With rice, we always
Had good luck:
Your nonstick surface
Never stuck.
Another thing we liked,
O Cooker:
As rice pots go,
You were a looker.
Tubby, short,
And cherry red!
A tragic loss
That you are dead.
And now you face
The fate of all
Things that are
Shaped like a bowl:
Filled with dirt,
You will now not
Cook rice, but be
A flower pot.
