Happy was the day,
When I with gladness bore
a dishwasher, a dryer, and so much more...
The dishwasher gleamed shiny,
The washer was a sight,
The dryer gave me tickles,
As they worked with all their might.
Then there came a day,
When with sadness we must part...
And now I AM the dishwasher,
the dryer and must start.
There is no more ease
As I wash dish by dish,
And now I must hang the washing
Now that the washing is wet as fish.
I miss my shiny objects,
And one day hope to own,
A dishwasher, a dryer, a washer all my own.