How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My washing line can stretch when reeling out so tight.
To make the perfect drying space.
I love thee for the whirl and swash as lacey smalls
Are gently tossed, a swirl of sudsea bubbles.
I love thee for those reverse revolutions
I love thee my solution to hand wash, cottons and easy care.
I love thee my white square solid knight
For your untroubled, clear, one eyed steady stare.
I love thee for that final tight click: turning yourself off
You wait for me. Always you wait for me.
You are the pick of machines. Voted the ‘which best buy’
Above all others you are my one and only one eyed love.