Henry

 

Henry

Old Dyson, lacking in suction power,

Was decommissioned and driven away,

And all the debris he failed to devour,

Gathered, increasing with each passing day;

Vax, being Dyson’s upright replacement,

Was, by comparison, terribly poor:

Dog-hairs stood fast, defying displacement,

And many a time, I’d stare at the floor,

Pining for Dyson, who, whilst not perfect,

Far outperformed Vax, in his younger years,

But alas, we’d dumped him, and I suspect,

Or hope: all his tubes and internal gears

Have since been recycled; for all his faults,

He out-sucked Vax, in the living room waltz.

The hoover dilemma went on and on;

We saved and on Facebook, advertised Vax;

And now he’s finally, thankfully, gone;

Replaced by Henry, who sucks to the max!

Farewell dog-hairs; no more will you cover

Our floors, no matter how stubborn you are,

Henry is considerably tougher;

Sucks harder than Vax or Dyson, by far,

And my wife, being a romantic sort,

Saved up some more, for a well-earned reward;

Hence, a new partner for Henry she bought:

Pink, turbo-charged, with an extra-long chord:

Hetty by name (short for “Henrietta”);

I have to say; she sucks even better!