Stevie Taite

Rookie - 78 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Washing Time Machine - Poem by Stevie Taite

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!

Comments about Washing Time Machine by Stevie Taite

  • (5/25/2013 8:03:00 PM)

    Amusing and true! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/22/2013 8:54:00 AM)

    Then we could get on with the bloody ironing! (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (4/18/2013 4:58:00 AM)

    very nice. a different type but enjoyable.liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013

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