Ravioli Poem by Mike Michaels

I love you ravioli you’re so fine to eat
But why ravioli are you so hard to heat?
Your sauce steams, pasta glistens and you look ready to consume
But then I find that your filling is colder than I presume
You confound all attempts to alleviate my appetities rapacity
With your annoying differences of specific heat capacity
If you could warm more homogenously I would be very grateful
And sit far more comfortably to enjoy every plateful
I’ve tried piercing your pillows
And I’ve bathed you in steam
I’ve slow roasted until smoke billows
But I’m still eluded by a scheme
For the perfect strategy
Of avoiding this thermodynamic confusion
And so I still yearn for the apogee
Of uniform heat infusion