If I were a washing machine

If I were a washing machine

I'd use hot water when you want cold

and leak all over the place

until your house grows mold.

If I were a washing machine

I'd wake you when you're counting sheep

by turning on at random intervals

so you'd never get any sleep.

If I were a washing machine

you'd probably want to get rid of me

I'll be in your nightmares;

the last thing you'd want to see.

 

 

The End

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