The Vacuum Monster


The Vacuum Monster

I hear it start to growl
when my mom plugs in its tail.
Then its middle gets all puffed up
like the belly of a whale.

It drags my mom behind her
eating everything in sight.
It's hungry and it's angry;
prob'ly never lost a fight.

My puppy runs away from it.
My baby kitty claws it.
And we all feel so much better
when it's sleeping in the closet.

It's not that I am scared of it.
I'd never, ever be.
It's just that when it roars,
I can't hear one word on TV!

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
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