04-27-2014, 04:02 AM
My hate for vacuums knows no bounds,
no dust is worth that clumsy beast,
I cringe at it's obnoxious sounds.
I'd rather cook a full-blown feast,
the kitchen humming in my head:
the hissing pan for meat or crepe,
the soothing squeak of dough for bread
against the board, the beater's scrape.
Alone I clear each meal's debris
and scrub the porcelain sink, again
the dinner cleanup's left to me.
I guess I really can't complain...
He vacuums carpets, washes clothes,
two gifts more dear than gem or rose.
no dust is worth that clumsy beast,
I cringe at it's obnoxious sounds.
I'd rather cook a full-blown feast,
the kitchen humming in my head:
the hissing pan for meat or crepe,
the soothing squeak of dough for bread
against the board, the beater's scrape.
Alone I clear each meal's debris
and scrub the porcelain sink, again
the dinner cleanup's left to me.
I guess I really can't complain...
He vacuums carpets, washes clothes,
two gifts more dear than gem or rose.
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