For Christmas my daughter gave everyone Swivel Sweepers. We all joked about them because we'd seen them advertised on TV. Then we tried them and fell in love.
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Ode to the Swivel Sweeper
You lean nonchalantly
against the wall
at the bottom of the stairs,
a patient lover,
waiting for the touch
of my hands.
I wrap my fingers
around the handle
and fondle your switch.
You buzz to life,
sashaying,
doing the housework
dance.
You bend first one way
then slide to the other,
back and forth
our steps in sync.
You nibble at flecks
of sawdust and lint,
tucking them
in your pocket.
When the dance floor
is clean, I turn the music
off and lead you back
home,
a perfect date,
asking nothing
in return.
8 comments:
As long as you don't pull me round by the wires - I'll hoover a bit of that!
Really cute...could be said of the "BEAM" too!! Made me smile!!
Hugs Giggles
You just made housework sound sexy
Nice!
and that dance partner doesn't care if you're still in your jammies...
You make chores enticing :-)
Enticing chored. Nice one here.
Nice work. It sure did make me smile. I wish I could buy that Vac that costs $400. Sigh......
Well done my friend
love-bd
Nice ode to "the grime sweeper".
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