This contraption goes round and round,
taking the filth out of your clothes.
Perhaps it puts it in a mound,
with every load it grows!
It grows and grows until it's a mile high,
but nobody thinks of the washing machine.
If it were human, I bet it would cry.
That would be quite a scene.
That is mere silliness though,
I'm sure you have seen.
My little mind's flitting to and fro,
must have had too much caffeine.
D.K.
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