I spin and swish, I hum and slosh, I clean your clothes, but at a cost. Your shirts come back, your jeans do too, but one lone sock? Adieu!

When I’m well hung, it’s sure to bring smiles, but I’ve often been punched, by belligerent Kyles I may not be pretty, but I get with a stud You see, I clean up quite well when I’m covered in mud

While my size is not standard, I’m used as a scale. I grow in the sun, though my flesh is quite pale Don’t open my hint, I’ll freely unlock it Are you happy to see me, or am I in your pocket?

I move at surprising speeds, I spread something used as a synonym for seed, I can be startling indeed, After me, a type of paper you may need.

I am up, I am down. What you give, you receive. It hurts, what they call me, like witch with a B.