Ode to the Microwave

Oh, wondrous box of unseen flame,

Thou bearer of the kitchen's fame,

In hurried days and midnight chimes,

Thy warm embrace transcends all times.

A portal to a world of speed,

Where meals are born in dire need,

Thy hum and glow, a lullaby,

In hunger's grip, thou art nearby.

From popcorn's pop to tea's swift brew,

With buttons pressed, thou dost pursue,

A dance of waves, unseen yet strong,

Within thy walls, our food belongs.

Leftovers, in thy depths reborn,

Thy magic touch, they gladly adorn,

With seconds spared and minutes won,

Thy service, oh, so deftly done.

In frozen plains and chilled delights,

Thou art the source of kitchen lights,

A thawing force, a savior's call,

To bring back life, to one and all.

Yet, thou art more than food's ally,

A symbol of our days gone by,

When time was slow, and hearths were tended,

Now in thy warmth, we've all befriended.

Thou art a friend in modern guise,

Through changing trends, thy worth belies,

With gratitude, we sing thy praise,

For hastening our hectic days.

So here's to thee, Microwave grand,

A marvel of our household land,

In kitchens bright, thy name revered,

Forever be our helper, endeared.