Washing Machine Blues

Washing Machine Blues

 

When living in the country there are certain things you need

A strong arm comes in handy, as does a trusty steed

A good man can be useful, to help when times are lean

But the one thing most essential, is Mr Washing Machine

 

You see, the countryside's a dirty place, at the best of times

And only constant washing, can keep clothes free of grime

The launderette's ten miles away so that's no good to me

So my good old Creda 1300 is all I've got you see

 

But today it had a breakdown, not of the nervous kind

And the thought of all those dirty clothes has nearly blown my mind

I've mopped up all the water, and had a look inside

But whatever problem lurks there, does its best to hide

 

I think the pump is broken, so the water will not drain

Whatever is the matter, it really is a pain

I can't afford to call out, the Creda Repair Man

So the washing will remain undone, until the day I can

 

I'm racked with bleak despair, the outlook is too grim

I'll have to find the fifty quid so that I can pay him

Because of all the things I need, the loss of this will seem

Like a bloody great disaster, that damned washing machine!

 

I pray and hope it mends its insides on its own

Before I have to face the facts and use the telephone

For once I've called him here, and paid him for his time

He'll take one look and shake his head, for my Creda will be fine!

Reviews

[JacJak]

Country setting and dirty. I know exactly what that means and I definitely feel for you because I just got back from a ski trip and am now on load 3. I can see just sighing at the machine, it's old, but it'll work as soon as the mechanic comes to fix it.
Good story/poem. I like the flow, the rhyme especially is like icing to the cake. My favorite line is "not the nervous kind."