A Haunted Washing Machine

In the laundry room, late at night,

A haunted washing machine gave me a fright,

It started spinning without any clothes,

And made a sound that chilled my toes.

I checked the buttons and turned it off,

But soon enough it was back on and scoffed,

It laughed and rumbled, shook and spat,

And I swear it even wore a hat.

I tried to run, but my feet were glued,

I was trapped there, with the washing machine being rude,

It taunted me with its ghostly glow,

And I knew I was in for a long, scary show.

The socks and shirts and underwear too,

All danced and twirled like a frightening crew,

They swirled and spun around the room,

And I knew I was facing my doom.

But then I saw something out of place,

A sock with a smile on its face,

It hopped towards me and whispered low,

"Don't worry friend, it's just a show!"

And with that, the washing machine stopped,

The clothes fell still and the laughter dropped,

The ghostly glow faded away,

And I was left with a calm and peaceful sway.

So if you ever find yourself in that room,

And the washing machine starts to loom,

Just remember, it's just a silly prank,

And you can laugh it off with a smile and a crank.