A steamer is great for your everyday meal

A tasty delight with delicious appeal

But of all the good things you can put in your pot

Don’t steam your mochi

Your mochi steam not

For mochi is sweet and chewy and good

But under the heat and covered by hood

It fades like an icicle in mid-noon July

Dissolves into nothing and leaves you to cry…

“Mochi, oh mochi, what have I done!

You were not some mere dumpling or pork filled meat bun.

You were perfect and round and white as the snow

Mochi, oh mochi, I want you to know…

That you crapped up my dinner, you suck monkey bitch!

Your sticky spilled innards made a big fucking glitch!

So pardon my tantrum, my screams and my fit

But what shall I do with this big pile o’ shit?”

Yet, when tempers waned from the ruined platter

I realized my error in this glutinous matter

For steam makes cod tender and sprouts remain crisp

But mochie will melt, It will melt in your dish

It will smother your veggies and gooey your tray

It will turn your rice into red bean melee

So the truth has been told, and I’ll steam them no more

And the lesson I’ll share as was stated before

Food is delicious when steamed in a pot

But don’t steam your mochi,

Your mochi steam not.

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Comments

Tara

2004-03-17T07:43:23.000Z

That is one of the most wonderfulest poems that I’ve read in a long time. I had to read it to Jeff. I love mochi ice cream, especially strawberry flavor. Thanks for the poem.

Brett

2004-03-23T03:31:37.000Z

I’m stealing Erin’s words here… “You scream, I scream, AIN MOCHI ICECREAM!!”