The soft quiet whirring of the warm gentle dryer
It puts me to sleep when it's running
As I lie in my bed
The sound goes through my head
And I drift to another place
The washer on the other hand
Is a whole nother story
It's loud and it's clunky
And when it has finished it makes an abominable  din
It beaps with ferocity matching a lion
But it is only able to call like a cat
It's racket just barely makes it through the floor
And it sticks in the back of your brain
It will drive you crazy
Make your head go hazy
Unless your turn it off