A pleasant day, it's warmed up quite a bit
Tom Plumb came, plumbed in the washing machine
The old one's disconnected, decrepit
It's an old grey washing machine has-been
It's high and dryer, it's health isn't clean
From any useful life it has tumbled
Its last, stuck fast outside, and that's no spin
The time has now gone when my hands fumbled
Inside, after it made the flat rumble,
For clean clothes, ten years' use I got from it
Of washing machines it's been the white queen
But eventually this monarch crumbled
Things have come to a head in a basket
The new white washing machine looks pristeen
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