A washing machine, Both the front and top
Have a single point, For power to drop
The door is open, Like bucket and mop
While the hole is on, Holes like this must stop
Yet only one hand, Can push and or pull
As with any brand, They’ll say something’s new
But the drum is canned, Like the same old ones
So what is so grand, In this new design
Now I take two points, Cut a side off drum
Making stable joints, On the flats that hum
Balanced load appoints, To remove the scum
A blessing anoints, New designs to come!
Paul Moosberg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/washing-machines/
