Wednesday, January 9, 2008

My Friend The Monster

My Friend The Monster
Our vacuum is a monster
Who gobbles up the dirt.
He gulps up paper, strings, and grass
As if they were dessert.

He pokes his nose in corners
And under every chair.
And all the little cookie crumbs
Had better just beware!

He roars across the carpet
And flips his tail behind;
Then sneaks around a table leg
To see what he can find.

And though he’s always gulping
Whatever he can see,
He’ll always be my monster friend
And never swallow me.

Janet R. Balmforth, “My Friend the Monster,” Friend, Oct 1972, 15

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