ODE TO A WASHING MACHINE

You sit in the corner, white and cold.

How can you leave me?  You`re not very old,

Did I overwork you, was it too much to bear?

I always gave you the very best care. 

                           

I liked your quiet cycle and the gentle gurgling sound,

I will really miss you when you`re not around,

I didn`t overload you, I always kept you clean,

What will I do without you, faithful washing machine

BUT..............................

 

They are giving me another because you`re under warrantty,

And I admit it will be nice not to have you deafen me,

with your noisy bearings and unbalanced inner drum,

You`re motor makes a racket when all is said and done.

 

So perhaps I will not miss you, as much as I would think,

I am sick of being deafened because you are on the blink.

I will welcome your replacement and treat it with loving care,

So while you wash that final load,

Blow up if you dare !!!

by me.