Here is An old poem of mine, a play on Lady Macbeth’s speech from the Shakespearean play Macbeth. Losely Shakespearean Dialogue. With a tip of hat to Geoff at TanGental.

Out out damned spot
Have I scrubbed you or not.
My fingers raw and bleeding
I think some bleach is what we’re needing.
Out, out damned spot
What is this stain we’ve got
You have been through the machine twice
Do I have to do you thrice
Out, out damned spot
I am so stressed about your blot
I have had enough, so get thee to a bin
I care not if to waste is a sin
Out, out damned spot
My nerves are shot!
You may of had me today
But it was you who got thrown away.