"The fault was mine, I'd held it wrong

Made an incision, while humming that song,

And it bled and bled, all over the counter it bled

Luscious, sweet, a river of red,

There was no turning back, the damage had been done

It was now in two, once a wholesome one,

I sighed, someone had to pay for this pain

So I tossed it all up, and created a salad insane!"