Treasure Island

Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Washing Time Machine


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!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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