Something strange is in my house.

A noisy beast that sounds so tall,

I hope it’s not a scary hound.

Banging quickly down the hall,

Making crashing, lashing sound.

I make my way to find out who.

And notice where the noise is at,

But nothing is to be found.

A washin’ machine is there just sat,

But then it leaps right off the ground!

My washin’ machine is alive!

It shakes its body causin’ terror,

Swirling, hurling its contents ‘round.

I run and scream into the cellar,

Wishing not to be found.

But now it all makes sense to me.

The times it eats my socks by one,

Sometimes finding my clothes don’t fit.

Or even that my pants have gone,

Are my clothes just full of spit?

I have come to realise,

The washin’ machine must be alive.

But my football kit is really smelly

Without it washed we won’t survive.

I just hope next is not the telly.