My Blessed Vacuum Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Housework wouldn't be the same without my blessed vacuum. I am a big fan of how it cleans the floors from room to room.

I've given mine a name and called it ‘Fred the Fantastic', he works his way around each corner like a gymnastic.

My blessed vacuum Fred is my housework comfort blanket, I know he'll do a great job, particularly when I have friends over for a buffet or banquet.


Making an entrance in the living room with people together sitting watching the TV, will turn and say, "what's up" and I reply, "it's me and Fred my blessed vacuum, so you better put your feet up".

Dust beware my blessed vacuum is your arch nemesis, sucking so powerful as a tornado. They should write a comic book about you and turn you into the 1st vacuum superhero.

Now it's time to put you pride and place back in the cupboard, my blessed vacuum always there to clean again and be discovered.