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Topic: The New Machinus
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wheelsofcheese
Knowflake Posts: 1846
From: UK
Registered: Jan 2008
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posted February 12, 2009 05:05 AM
 
I have been without a washing machine for 6 weeks. My landlady couldn't have given a rat's ass as she is so posh she probably chucks her clothes away after wearing them once. Anyway, got one now, but out of necessity I had to get all shrill and high-pitched with her and I hate that. This is a poem I sent by text to my beloved who has been awaiting the new washer as eagerly as I have. Inspired by Emma Lazarus' The New Colossus. The New Machinus
Give me your socks
Your pants
Your huddled pyjamas
Yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse
Of your teeming laundry basket. Send these
The unwashed
The tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp
Beside the golden door
Of my new washing machine.
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MysticMelody
Moderator Posts: 4937
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Registered: Dec 2005
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posted February 12, 2009 08:14 AM
Oh Wheels  How could anyone not be in love with you? People line up outside your house with pictures of you and light candles and sing softly, don't they?
You are awesome.
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26taurus
Knowflake Posts: 15880
From: *
Registered: Jun 2004
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posted February 12, 2009 12:59 PM
Bravo!  More please. IP: Logged |
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