Spin Cycle symphony

Oh, humble servant in the corner, standing tall,

You, who heed the call when dirty garments fall.

A marvel of the modern age, a wonder to behold,

In your steel drum, a saga of cleanliness unfold.

Through the day and night, you spin and whirl,

In your dance, my clothes unfurl.

Your rhythmic hum, a soothing song,

It comforts me, all day long.

Unseen hands, your inner tide,

Washing away dirt, where it does hide.

Stains of yesterday, forgotten in your care,

From cotton, wool, and the most delicate wear.

You take the burden from my hands,

Fulfilling silently, my unspoken commands.

With nary a complaint, you perform your task,

For more from you, I could not ask.

Oh, noble washer, of sparkling chrome,

In my home, you have found your home.

Never asking for laurels or fame,

In every wash cycle, you stake your claim.

From socks to shirts, to sheets untold,

You return them fresh, from your gentle hold.

A magician, making grime disappear,

Your magic, in my life, I hold dear.

Beneath your lid, a world revolves,

And with each spin, a problem solves.

Oh, washing machine, to you I say,

Thank you for making easier, my day.

In the grand symphony of life, your part,

Is a humble note, that warms my heart.

So, here's to you, my trusted friend,

A grateful ode, to you I send.