Smooth pudding

I had a blender, it served me well,
But it rumbled on my shelf.
I pulled it out one day on a wee lark,
And fed it some heavy steel.
But, oh dear, what happened next to me,
It jammed across my very privates.

Now if you don't think that's funny,
Then, let me tell you more.
It started up on my groin,
And chewed right through my pants.

The funniest joke of all happened this day,
It's the ending of the story,
When it fell off with a plop,
No pudding was smoother or whiter.

     
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