This is Samson, our new dishwasher. After months of living a smelly-leaky-old-dishwater kind of life, Samson was installed today and we are all loving it. In honor of his arrival, here is a poem:
Samson, Samson we love you so
No longer does that mold stain grow
For you are clean and pure as snow
And into you our dishes go.
Samson, Samson we love you more
Now that our fingers aren't so sore
For dishes no longer are a chore
Today we feel not quite-so-poor.
Welcome to the family, Samson!
Samson, Samson we love you so
No longer does that mold stain grow
For you are clean and pure as snow
And into you our dishes go.
Samson, Samson we love you more
Now that our fingers aren't so sore
For dishes no longer are a chore
Today we feel not quite-so-poor.
Welcome to the family, Samson!
(Is this post too much? Nahhhhh.)
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