I'm not sure how to go on.
Excuse me now as I mourn the death of my nearest friend through poetry.
Ode to my Vacuum
I won't pretend
that I know how to clean without you.
You've always been there for me
blue, black and sucky you see.
That dirt was no match for you
you cleaned up well after this crew.
And now I don't know what to do
So it is with a full heart
and a dirty living room
that I bid you adieu.
and to add insult to vacuumal injury
I'm having a really bad hair day.
....but I don't have a poem about that.
Hair oh hair
why you gotta be so unfair....