Anyone who has ever lived without a washer and dryer has a special affinity for the appliances once they’re on hand–especially if arduous trips to laundromats are woefully inconvenient. The new washer in my apartment has so won my heart, I can’t resist writing it a sonnet:
Oh, Whirlpool Duet, your wringer cycle,
Fills my day with laundry bliss,
There’s never soggy towels to mourn,
So you deserve a great big kiss.
My power bill stays small and tidy:
fewer spins mean lower bills,
If only you could fold the clothing,
I swear, I’d put you in my will.