My Dishwasher Died Poem by George Hunter

The kitchen was getting to be a mess
I’m a poor housekeeper, I’ll confess.
Thought I’d better straighten it up
Couldn’t even find a clean coffee cup.

Put all the dirty dishes in the machine
Was gonna fire it up and get them clean.
Added the soap and slammed the door
To start it up and give them the old What For.

Twisted the dial and pushed it in
And what happened then? — Nothin’!
Tried it more times and got the same
Machine Kaput! was the name of that game.

Had that machine since eighty-four
Guess it was time it was out the door.
Gosh, how I hated to see it go
It has been a faithful friend, you know.

Washed thousands of dishes in its time
Now it’s just the subject of this rhyme.
Guess it’s now just a pile of tin
I threw it in the recycle bin.

They’ll melt it down and make new steel
That kind of saving has an appeal.
Very soon will appear as a brand new machine
An inanimate reincarnation, if you know what I mean.

Had a private wake with Old Jack Black
Couple of shots with branch water back.
So good-bye my good and trusty friend
You performed your duty until the end.
Amen!