or: tritone Spring-Cleans her Flat
ahem
[clears throat]
Oh, wond’rous creation of man’s ingenuity,
Oh, glorious gizmo of your bright-orange plastic;
I praise you forever and in perpetuity,
Of all small electricals, the most fantastic.
You came to my flat on this grey winter’s day,
You sat in the corner whilst I scrubbed and dusted;
Biding your time as I beavered away,
You remained calm, even when I got flustered.
But then, joy of joys, when I pressed your ON button,
You roared into life with a burst of pure sound;
You sucked up the dust, you behaved like a glutton,
'Til no speck of dirt on the floor could be found.
Your powerful motor sang sweet songs of cleanliness,
As you cleaned the dead ants from the floor of my study;
You nibbled my toes in a gesture of friendliness,
My little staubsauger, my favourite buddy.
At last, your work over, you came to a halt,
I unplugged your cord and you coiled it up neatly;
My flat now was perfect, clean to a fault,
The sun started shining, the birds all sang sweetly.
Now you rest in your cupboard at Mum and Dad’s place,
And I’m ready to face what the springtime might send;
The dirt and the dust is all gone without trace,
Thanks to you, vacuum cleaner, my electrical friend.
