Round and round off you go,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
Dark fantasies, now white as snow,
Stained memories, will now glow.

Off you go for another round,
Search for that dirt like a hound,
Rinse, pour, shudder, and blow,
Chuckle, rage, sow and mow.

Keep nothing in, spill it all out,
It is the calm before the great shout,
Spin and spin and do it once more,
Rape my laundry like a whore.

It is Tarek and his amazing Technicolor coat,
They have to sink way before they float,
But then again, on another note,
The shore is near, so hang in little boat.

Just one more cycle at 40 degrees temperature,
It softly molests the clothes in an act against nature,
It moans and groans and expresses its pleasure,
With a final ejaculation that’s made to measure.