My pal Farmer's wife wrote an ode to her dishwasher, which I suspect is a MACHINE, unlike the situation in our house...she wrote such a funny poem I had to write one of my own.
Ode to the dishwasher in our house:
"Gary how you scrub and sponge
it must be so much fun (ge)
cause you do them every day
never knowing there is another way
your hands are red and dry,
so sore they could make you cry
maybe you could train your pets
to lick the dishes spotless!"