The place where washing machines are all made
must be a land where some time gets waylaid
When they deliver them back here again
they seem to defy space time continuum
If it tells you I minute, don't bother to wait
Those people that make them must always run late
It takes a lot longer, their cycles are wack
That time that you've stolen, we need it all back!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amusing and true! ! Thanks for sharing.