Washing machine, Oh washing machine,
Such a glorious creation has never been seen!
If you've been to Africa, you know what I mean,
Put dirty clothes in, they come out clean!
.... uh....
... uh...
...hmmm. I can't figure out a way to make "I love putting in soap and pushing start so much better than beating my clothes against a rock in a germ-infested river" rhyme. Sigh. I have never been able to write poetry.
Oh well, I guess I will just have to go back to the old standby - if I can't write a poem to express my love, I guess the least I could do would be to make a card:
Yup, that's how I feel.
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