I notice a small stain on my shirt
From when I ate an ice-meal
In the teacher’s lounge on Tuesday
So I meander down the stairs-
Half asleep it seems-
I walk up to my clothes-spinner.
Turning it on is second nature,
The luke warm water pours
And I watch as the stain disappears
Under the blue cleaner-gel.
Oh clothes-spinner!
Without you I would surely be lost!
Just think of a time when people had manually scrub
The stains on their shirts
From ice-meals eaten
In the teacher’s lounge on a Tuesday.
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