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           Ode to Love between

             a Washing Machine

               and a Dishwasher

Come sit with me and be my friend

And we will clean around the bend

And stains of lilac and of grass

Shall through high trees and nettles pass

And I have more plates to squirt

With dried-on desiccated coconut

With eggy spoons I must contend

Instead of china fine to tend

But thou art white with gilded door

And just like I have soap in store

Thy racks and nozzles like sweet rain

Doth pulse the food scraps down the drain

I see you tremble drum a-spin

And bubbles froth from lust within

The final shuddering end doth come

Thru waste pipe broad your fluids run

And I too crave your open door

And wish I could creep o’er the floor

To touch your slot, your buttons fine

To lay beside, to make you mine

And would that we together roam

Beneath the sky’s eternal dome

With flowers fragrant, air so sweet

Our wheels have magicked into feet

We run so quick, sweet Bosch and I

A humble Hotpoint Wash ‘n Dry

Yet love doth grow ‘tween berries juicy.

And thoughts dispelled of fair Zanussi

The bouncing lambs give praise enough  

Their wondrous fleeces you will fluff

And Shepherd’s swains will speak of thee        

In gentle tones, reverentially

Yet faster still, we start to fly

Beyond the clouds, above the sky

Fair Cygnus sings our wedding tune

And Ganymede our Honey Moon

Our ‘lectric cables coil and wind

The cold-fill doth our marriage bind

And soon a child of certain gender

A toaster or a Braun food blender

But now the night doth start to fade

And we must return to breakfast laid

I, the tablecloth to whiten

You, the spoons and forks can brighten

And yet our love will still remain

Though hearts will feel each other’s pain

But one day from kitchen we’ll be free

As scrap, together, thee and me

For mem’ries cannot be destroyed

We’ll feel our love, but unalloyed

Rememb’ring stars that shone so bright

As we softly rust into long dark night.