Thank You Mr Dyson Poem by Shaun Cronick

The Dyson V7 cordless,
Is my workhorse vacuum.
A handy great invention,
That quickly cleans a room.

When it's fully charged,
Off together we zoom.
And in no time at all,
All dust it does consume.

Why is it now struggling,
Hearing a low pulse noise.
I think I know the problem,
I must maintain boys toys.

I pull out the filter,
Run it under the tap.
Out pours dust and dirt,
And all kinds of crap.

Now dried and put back.
Resting safe and secure
Working like a charm,
Resuming our dustbust tour.

I thank you Mr Dyson,
For your most marvellous machine,
As me and my Trojan,
Keep everything nice and clean.