How can you grow to loath a hoover
in its old age?At that stage it should
be lovingly mended to tenderly caress
lino,carpet or rug.Mine is a snarling
bad tempered swine of a bag of dust,
with a vaccum for a brain.It fumes gloomily,
with rusting parts, chugging engine
and other noises too ghastly to mention.
Glowing red,it smokily shrouds
the living room,moaning in that drone
of a voice"Won't pick up till you've lubed
my tubes,polished my plug." If I don't,
it flushes its contents over my
Incredible Hulk slippers,
cuts out and sulks,leaving me
toiling with shovel and brush.