Poor old blender

It had two speeds - if it was on.
And 'ON', you see, was what it was good at,
And 'OFF' it didn't much like being.
One day this blender went 'POOF!'.
Somehow it caught itself on fire,
The house it burnt, the cat it ate,
And poor old blender could not be
Replaced by no other wire.

     
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