Remember the old Hoover
That washing machine of old
It may have looked simple
In it's pretty pink and white
But I was scared 'cos it was evil
That's what I thought!
It could be noisy and nasty
And eat up all the clothes
It also ate your fingers
If you got the least bit close
When it was time to use the wringer
Watch out clothes, watch out fingers!
You're going to be wrung and squashed
And mangled, and wrangled
And if you didn't watch it
You'd be in up to your wrist!
So quickly, it ate like a crocodile
Or maybe like some sucking
Giant leech or swamp monster!
Just waiting all the while
And when chance came; it got you!
Dragged you in until!
It had you gasping and screaming!
In its evil clutches, until the latch
Released you, after mashing up
Your little hands and bones
A veritable monster of ancient days!
My brother was bitten
And so was my best friend
Ended up in hospital
A plaster to help her mend!
Poor little bones and flesh
Poor little unwary child!
Watch out, the monster is wild!
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