Children, Hester Slowpoke is usually a patient woman in every stage.
But for some reason, she is in a hot tempered rage.

I hear clanging in Lester Slowpoke's thinking shed.
Oh dear! He has started another worthless invention, I dread.

Let's visit Hester Slowpoke and see what is the matter!
Such noise! What a horrendous clatter!

Hester Slowpoke was in a dither as she searched her spotless house.
"My mop is missing but it couldn't have been carried off by a sneaky mouse!"

"What happened to my broom, sitting by the door?"
"Oh how am I going to sweep the dirt off the floor?"

She searched the kitchen cabinet for her favorite frying pan.
But it was missing and so was the empty milk can.

It was a perfect day to wash her white linens, she decided.
"The missing things would return directly." She chided.

She walked calmly out to her cleaning shed.
But to her dismay, her washing machine was missing and also a metal frame bed.

She hollered, "I know you're responsible Lester Slowpoke."
"Come out of that thinking shed right away because this is no joke!"

"I have work to finish some time today."
"Return my missing equipment right away!"

But poor Lester Slowpoke had cut off her mop and broom.
And dismantled her washing machine in his invention room.

He had also cut off the shovel, pitchfork, and rake.
And he was very proud of the new invention, they did make.

Hester Slowpoke angrily waited outside the thinking shed door.
And pounded an impatient foot on the wooden porch floor.

Lester Slowpoke pushed his new invention into his irate wife outside.
He had accomplished a great feat and felt deep pride.

Unoiled wheels squeaked as it was rolled outside with a smile.
An irritated Hester Slowpoke saw her ruined implements the same while.

"Wait Hester!" He said with the deepest and a sheepish grin.
"We will wheel it in the house and you will see then."

"You can wash clothes in the washing machine still."
"Also, you can sweep, mop, or what you will."

"There is also a pitchfork, shovel, and even a garden rake too."
"Just imagine the extra work we won't have to do."

He turned on the prized machine and placed his overalls in the invention.
It cut many holes the size of marbles which was not his intention!

All the implements started turning at a great speed.
The pitchfork drove through the sofa, the worst deed.

Straw was strewn when the broom was vaulted in the ceiling, way up high!
While poor Hester sat down in the floor to cry.

The machine exploded as it was wheeled outside.
It took Lester Slowpoke on the most painful ride.

Lester Slowpoke felt sorry as he pondered and paused.
So he hitched the old mare, Bluebell, to the wagon for a trip to replace the implements his selfishness had caused.

But Lester Slowpoke never learned that the lazy way is never the best!
So you will see him again when another adventure, he will divest.

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