Ode to my Washer and Dryer

Washer and dryer
you wiggle and shake,
make the ground wobble,
make the couch quake.
You thump so loudly
that whenever we speak
we have to yell louder
than you, you big freak.
You've moved several inches
away from the wall
and I'd shove you on back
but I'm a little too small.
So for now I'll just deal
with your moving and shaking
and loudness and lewdness
and jumping and quaking
and be grateful I have you,
oh wash set, my friends,
for who knows when fate
has me coin-laundering again.