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
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to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
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