The whining agony
Of the vacuum cleaner
Confirms there is no hope
Trying for sweet music
Failing like
A dancing cripple
All I can do is mimic
Air raid sirens, fire trucks
And turn everything
Into homogenized fluff
Over a sediment of
Matching grey
Gasping for clean air
Eternally disappointed
By an unsavory diet
Of spiders, toenails, skin,
Insects dead and alive, hair
Cobwebs, coins, carpet
Nature abhors me
Pets run from me
People avoid in subtle ways.
WRM
1 comment:
In praise of Henry and George.
Applaud the hoover, magic mover,
Sweeping all before it clean;
Removing dirt and grit; even to the smallest bit,
Dustmites and detritus.
In a hypoallergenic home,
Germs are killed before they roam;
Leaving residents defenceless,
In their spotless vacuum.
Immune from dirt,immune from life,
The paradox of the houusewife.
j
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