Romancing The Blender

One day, after all the doughnuts are misted and all the oranges are blended, there would be a meeting. A meeting between two appliances, both more than meet the eye. They would meet for a union that would last forevermore. A union heralded by these words:

Two appliances, both alike in dignity,
In fair Mydreign, where we lay our scene,
From ancient oranges to new juice,
Where civil donuts makes civil hands misty.
From forth the hands of these two Capybara,
A pair of star-cross'd lovers begin their life;
Whose adventured glorious overthrows
Do with their romance make their parents happy.
The mechanical passage of their life-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' duty,
Which, but their children's love, nought could remove,
Was then the six sessions' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attended,
What here shall miss, our toil shall be mended.

The Blender whirs. The Doughnutmister buzzes. All is well.