Answer:
What do you call a blender that made a mistake?
I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
What do people make that you can't see?
What can never be put in a saucepan?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk