she makes me wait before I can vac-
she seems to take too much time.
i’ll just go check the cheese and mac
while i think of another rhyme.
she coughs and gurguls and chortles
she cannot take much more
she is a fine piece of machinery
slowly dying on the kitchen floor.
i should have seen it coming
I should have seen the clues
my stream-lined silver vacuum
is singing like the blues.
i fear she will soon slumber
so i must go and get one new
a vacuum mate much cheaper
with more style and suction too…
oh poor old Kirby vacuum piece
your days are numbered now
like an old piece of rotting snow
before an oncoming plow…
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