Does the mere sight of a vacuum cleaner send your hound into a flurry of emotion? Perhaps it's because the vacuum cleaner is his secret nemesis! This week's poem is all about vacuum cleaners from the perspective of a Greyt!
Vacuum Cleaner
By Katie Gilstrap
A vacuum cleaner
With a cord
Attacks the corner
Where I hoard
My favorite
Bits of household stuff,
Like dryer lint
And carpet fluff.
It's mighty motor
Howls and hums
While sucking up
The cache of crumbs
That I have buried
In the rug
Beneath the remnants
Of a bug.
All the work
That I've put in
To making such
A cozy den
Is now the product
Of dismissal
All because of
Mama's Bissell.
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