Remember the old Hoover?
That washing machine of old!
It may have looked simple
In its pretty pink and white decor
But I was scared 'cause it was evil
That's what I thought!
It could be noisy and nasty
And eat up all your clothes!
It also ate your fingers
If you were the least bit unwary!
When it was time to use that 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 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 cast to help her mend!
Poor little bones and flesh
Poor little unwary child
Watch out! The monster is wild!
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