Washing Machine Poems - Poems about Washing Machine

Years ago, no one had new knees said Dad They had to make do with the ones they had Women ran around with wrinkles and gray hair Plastic surgeons and hair dye did not exist anywhere I see a brain washing machine down the road They will open your skull with a saw-blade gold Take your brain out and cleanse it...

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The Washing Machine Trembling, writhing in pleasure! Upon which arouses without measure, As it was, as it were, The washing machine, upon which sits thy mother! Behold! A sight unforetold! This is no jest. Do not fret, lest you forget, that she hath needs of her own. Tis be best to forget, bleach thou minds eye of what art known, seeing as thou an...

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The washing machine Swallow all the dirty stuffs While water flushing in to help But no bargain The machine starts to grumble Until all the dust is digested And drenched away Only then whistles happily For you to collect The clean and shining stuffs As an abiding,satisfying And remarkable achievement Better than a laundry woman...

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If I was a washing machine I would make clanking noises I would go on strike I would refuse to spin the clothes I would make you wring your shirts and pants out I would laugh at the consternation I cause If I was a washing machine...

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I received an email today : "Would you like to join The Underpants Club" A new underwear directly at your door once a month (for only 20 bucks) Did you say once a month? My mother taught me Replace after one use - without exception In the old days they had not heard of bacteria ... but changed underpants at least every other Saturday When spring came it was time...

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I load the dirty clothes into your drum You are waiting for the tab willing me on I close the door and wait diligently You start to gurgle and grind I watch as you spin making me smile You stand there all alone, performing steadily turning I walk away but never fear I will be back You have finished and I am...

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Pig Patty Plop ran into the Laundry mat, From the awful butcher she was hiding. Tired, busy mommy was taking some shirts out, Bubbles hit the floor, and Patty was soon sliding. She tried to hide under a young child's chair, But the child let out an enormous scream. She jumped into a white plastic laundry basket, But her enormously fat posterior...

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I have three personas Four voices Two laughs One cry I have a death wish and the antidote is to keep getting by Pills, potions and a washing machine belly full of poison Three perpetual loves Six heart breaks A bleeding wrist radiator and a dove who upon his release will get eaten alive Sliced down the middle 50/50 everything love, hate happy, sad It's both good and...

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Intake of detergent I need it now it's urgent Give me lavender a big supply I'm complex so oversimplify. Have I told you I'm complex See my insides are convex I get vexed easily Like a raging army of clouds So hastily Don't push my buttons There's many, dozens. I also have a vast amount of cycles I'm sorry I'm just old But...

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We run a mobile washing machine van, To help all the people with none. We wash really fast, have it clean, dried and ironed, Ready to wear when we’re done. We visit the aged, we visit the flats, We visit the homeless and down. We leave everyone looking beautiful again, Beautiful all over the town. It isn’t so hard, doesn’t cost very...

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Washing Machine There was a time I always went home, by road rail, flight or by bus I always got there and still do. Even though when I get there I want to leave. The house shrinks every year sibling’s gone mother too, she never looked up from the romantic novel she was reading to...

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Looking at the washing machine, A thought came in my mind, If our brain too had a system just like it, Everyday we would remove all possible stains, Of jealousy, anger, hatred and pain. I wondered and pondered, And the process of self realization began.. By learning and following some steps, We can actually develop such a mechanism, The detergent being optimism, Our...

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Thoughts, fantasies, memories Crossing legs, clenching muscles ...

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Something is wrong with the washing machine It's supposed to save me time The sound of it chugging and whirring away Is simply quite divine I'm not quite sure how it happened The process need some refining 'Cos when the washer has finished it's job I'm always left with the Ironing....

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