My Little White Secondhand Washing Machine

My little white secondhand washing machine,
I wonder what horrors and stains you have seen?

Did your previous owners appreciate you?
Or did you turn their precious whites to blue?

What did you do to fall out of favour?
Finding your way here, my soiled undies' saviour.

You've been faithful and served me well,
My dirty laundry renewed and improved, minus the smell.

But all good things come to an end,
Your clicking spin cycle, I can no longer mend.

Your wee drum was fine when it was just you and me,
But no longer copes now there is three.

It's not you it's me, I'm sorry to say,
Your spare parts no longer worth it to pay.

So the day has come and you're out in the street,
Don't worry, I'm told other white goods you will meet.