My sewing machine died halfway while I was sewing myself a new wallet.
It started to grunt and groan,
and whistle and whine.
Wasn't very pleasant no sireeeeeeeee.
So I trudged downstairs (very sad) resigned to my sewing machine's fate,
and lay on Mikey's bed and thought about what I would like to get if I were getting married
(In black times like these you have to think happy thoughts)

One) A new sewing machine, preferably Singer
Two) A yellow kitchenette mixer
Three) A beautiful vintage bike with a pretty basket in front

that's all for now,
I'm gonna trudge back upstairs and see whether my old thing has got its act back together