The Ballad of a Smoothie
Is this the kind of cruelty that God intended?
This is the tale of the fate of a trio, blended.
From the fruit basket, a banana was copped,
thrown in the Osterizer, and brutally chopped.
Also unable to avoid the cutter,
was that poor spoon of pitiful peanut butter.
Finally, horribly tossed, and so hurt,
that smooth Greek, self-styled Yogurt.
This is the way that their lives ended,
as a smoothie, down my throat, descended.
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