she makes me wait while i try to vac
she seems to take too much time
i’ll just go check on the cheese and mac
while i think of another rhyme.
she coughs and gurlguls 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
made singing like the blues.
i fear she will soon slumber
so i have gone and got a 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 the rotting snow
before the oncoming plow…
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HAHAHAHA, luv this! Poor baby, no chance to fix her? Living without a vacuum cleaner makes my feet VERY unhappy! Hope your cheap imitation lasts but I know your Kirby is having fits as I type this. You have given up a strip steak for stew meat!