Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Vacuum filling itself

Hello Hoover, I won't waste your winsome wiles, your wonderful ways

The children have charmingly chucked chocolate chunks round the room.

They think they can thwart my threats to thrash them, that I am theatrical.

I’ll say I’m sorry.

I'll plug you in, power you up and push you to the appropriate position

And you, with lungs like luminous lagoons, will lull the living room into lovely litterlessness

You can breathe in bits of broken books, dessicated dollies, hacked Action Men, mashed Meccano, Limp Lego.

It's so gory!

You'll bring order to them all. Your electric inhalation is my eclectic exculpation

Move over Hoover! Let's suck some stuff, Afterwards I'll squeeze your bag. It's the least I can do.

Room clear, kids clean, tea eaten, curtains drawn, fire flaming. then TV

We'll cuddle the kids on the sofa, so far so good. And, wide-eyed, we’ll gaze.

It's Jackanory!

1 comment:

  1. Ah, lovely Hoover, your place has been usurped by a fatbellied Dyson.