Ode to a Washing Machine

Sittin' here thinkin': "Why was I so cruel?"

When I mocked your abundant, soapy pools.

I must apologize for I am not too proud,

Your spin cycled love I just wouldn't allow--Oh but we're far past that now.

I take it all back, those spoiled thoughts of 

mine,

(Dude, washing in small tubs really does KILL your spine!)

I toss and turn, dreaming of your shiny exterior,

I'm so sorry if my abuse and ridicule ever made you feel inferior. 

You washed my clothes, sheets, what have you, without complaint,

But now my bloody knuckles are a symbolic reminder of our laundry day war paint. 

Sweet mechanic perfection, you are my hero. 

Washing tubs - won; Muzungu - zero. 

Ha ha ha!! Wow... 

Liz & my torn up knuckles.