There's a hole in my pants.
It's our washing machine.
It's eating our clothes,
Not washing them clean.
As it churns round and round,
It snorts and snickers,
Chewing in dad's shirts
And shredding mum's knickers.
It swallowed a sock
We can't open the door.
It's bubbling out soap suds
All over the floor.
There's a monster in our washing machine.
It's eating our clothes
Not washing them clean.
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RandomThis is a children poem. if u got a little brother or sister. Or maybe you love a childish poem you just read here and if you don't like it don't read it because i don't like unecessary insults. But anyone who likes it please read it.
