My blender, my blender

My blender, my blender
Oh why does it bring me grief?
After blending it leaves a dark trail
Leaving a stain on the carpet.
To clean it is not as bad as the smell
Of this awful concoction of grain and meal.
Now making a smoothie is my inspiration
To somehow resurrect my unfortunate loser.
Is it as strong as it smells?
Perhaps its just an illusion in the soul.
But if you think you can fix this blender blunder
Then you're welcome to come over and drown your sorrows.