Rice Poems

What are you good for
If not for a meal.
You get thrown at me
And I have the wash with zeal.

What are you good for
if not for food?
I engrave my name
And get hand cramped good.

Such power you hold
In your little birth body.
Combined with your like
You bring smiles and fill voids.
Tossed upon me
You celebrate my special day.
Scooped inside me you expand to my needs.
You consistently provide
As your consistency changes.
Your name has no singular form
But should I wish I could engrave upon you.
How cherished you should
As no other could be Rice.