Ode to my Thermomix

 Fine kitchen god, my Thermomix, 

You sit there on the bench

And cook for me, and clean thyself,

You're worth all the expense!

 

Weigh and chop and grind, O beast,

until the dinner's done -

Prepare for us all a veritable feast,

then a pudding made from plums. 

Of German make, your heart is strong,

your motor guaranteed.

Your metal parts are hospital grade, and

you make us an awesome feed.

Your nickname is TED, you're our Eating Device,

Technical through and through.

Risotto, soup, make cake, grind flour,

there's nothing that you can't do!

Thanks to Robert Gardiner for his excellent guide to writing an ode!