Lousy blender

I wish I had a blender that would blend for ever,
And never cease to whirl and whirr and blend.
This blender I would place upon my shoulders;
It would spin my life away, and leave me tired!
These wicked thoughts I had inside my head,
I hid the blender from the world, inside a cupboard.
And when I peeked inside, I began to think,
What if this blender's doing thing's on purpose thing
....What if it KNOWS it makes a lousy blender?

     
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