To be hummed in a monotonous drone during the 1400rpm spin cycle
Oh, we're towels of the Empire, once damp and disgraced,
By badgers and Belgians and tea-stains defaced!
But now we are starched till we're stiff as a board,
In the laundry of justice, we praise the Damp Lord!
Wring out the memories! Scrub off the shame!
If you've seen too much, you've only yourself to blame!
We don't want your fluff, and we don't want your grit,
Just hang in the cupboard and try not to…
(Dramatic Pause)
…DRIP!