Okay, so it's not a full ode, but it is in iambic pentameter, baby!
Your pearly surface smooth and cool to touch,
But inner chamber stained by purple rice.
Preparing n'er too little nor too much,
Be sure your comp'ny was well worth the price,
For lazy rice you bring and veg'bles too,
Cooked fresh and crisp with nutrients in tack'd.
I find my lazy savior works through you.
Save me, my friend, from days so densely pack'd.
For only need you: water, sparks, and time,
No interference, stirring, eyes of mine.
