With bunny pee on my hoodie and puke on my pants,
I am at a loss for nightwear as I drift off to sleep,
Soon visions of washers through my head dance.
And I happily sigh as appliances into my dreams creep.
I love my splashy bath but a shower would be fine.
Merely a mop for the floor would be a novelty.
Or perhaps a dishwasher to rinse away the grime?
But even my broom is without a handle, a sad reality.
Although I know I mustn't be an ungrateful geezer,
The one appliance I own humms happily along.
But I wish my fridge were more than a giant freezer,
Sadly the temperature sings only one cold song.
Recently a microwave made me stop in my tracks.
I had no idea how to operate such a complex machine.
Staring at it with confusion while my brain I racked,
Then realizing it was futile trying to decode the screen.
Oh modern conveniences where can you be?
Modern conveniences all seem so foreign to me.