Dishwasher Blues – an Indesit proposal
You stand against the wall of my kitchen
Just waiting for my full attention
You’re neat, and you’re closely fitted
What we get up to, I hardly dare to mention
I gaze in fascination at your features
And I know which buttons I have to press
To produce an active performance
Which excites me, I have to confess
Your equipment is delightful to see
Your racks and your rotating arms
Drive me to frenzies of anticipation
You’re my magic cupboard of charms
I don’t have to scrape or rinse for you
You can deal with what’s really dirty
You always give me satisfaction
And make me feel frisky and so flirty
I thrust in my massive load
My equipment is sturdy and strong
I love turning you on twice daily
And I’m glad it’s me to whom you belong
My eyes twinkle as you display all of your lights
You start gushing and squirting your juices
Within your lovely hot, moist box
Steamy and soapy through all of your sluices
You work hard when you’re so turned on
Soaking and rinsing whatever’s sticky
I love that you’re my salty wet dishy
Without you, life would be boring and tricky
And when your exertions are finally all over
When you’re finished, but still steamy hot
There’s no residues for me to worry about
No wiping needed, and what-not
Soon everything’s dry that was wet
So I can gently remove what was inserted
And put it all back where it belongs
So I’m happy, yet feeling hardly exerted
Now I can’t do without you, my dishy
I confess I don’t want to be like the rest of the band
Having to make my own arrangements
And forced to do everything by hand
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2022
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