I hate, truly despise from

the essence of my soul,

fucking washing machines.

Why must you send those fragrant

scented bubbles hurtling across

my floor, caressing all they

find? Why must you fill my sink?

Why must you make my life

so fucking hard. Why must I call Mr

plumber again. Again.

Never in my life did I ever dream

I would say this, but please

I just want to do the fucking

washing!!!

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

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