Im Like an Instant Pot

I’M LIKE AN INSTANT POT I’m like an Instant Pot. We’re both big and bold. Heavier than we should be Fussier than we need be Neither of us should ever Sit on the kitchen counter When not in use. Our metallic armor, Fitted seamlessly, tight and wide around the waist Hard to keep that much armor shiny So I don’t try to very often. We each have different temperatures, we operate that way.?Different temperatures deliver variable output We both even hiss! , Beware the danger of getting it wrong, Pushing the wrong button, For it is the user who chooses How far to turn the knob How much heat to Render, For success and bounty As a temp too great or too small could Ruin inside us, each. Operate us incorrectly and we’ll Explode all over you When guidelines are taken Seriously, Pamphlets and fine print read, we can both be tricky about Unfollowed rules. When you don’t know our laws Of operation Our innards could easily turn to mush Unrecognizable, inedible, Salty. Be reluctant to turn the knob too much.