Woken at 4:30

Son one up, too

What is that high-pitched whine?

Got up to try and see

I had no clue

What would make such a chime

What ever could it be

We looked, we two

That noise, it was a crime

Toys should not make that shriek

We found it, phew!

Battery dying sign

And the dryer died.  Gee.

What do we do?

It has run a long time

Oh, it’s a tragedy

It might be through

It sure is past its prime

Four piles of wet laundry

I guess I knew

Laundromat, get them dry

Just not my cup of tea

Not good, it’s true

The type of day to sigh