RIP Breadmaker--The Great Jam Tragedy of 2012

RIP, O Poor Breadmaker
Thou camest to an untimely, sticky end
Verily the manual
(o most villanous vexing manual)
told not the truth when
it did proclaim
in most beguiling of promise
Sweet, wonderful 
May be made herein.

A pox upon thee, thou clod-headed book 

Alas, Poor Breadmaker
Coated thou wast
with thick, sticky shreds of fruit
In crevices where none could reach.
Verily, whilst I scrubbest and washed thee,
a multitude of times,
'til my fingers puckered,
still fruit remained.

RIP, O Poor Breadmaker