Have you seen her? Have you seen her?
Granny and her vacuum cleaner?
All day long she zips and zooms
Throughout the house, through all the rooms.
Her stare is stern. Her glare is mean.
She says ‘I want this whole house CLEAN’
No dirt is safe, no dust can hide;
Her eagle eyes are open wide.
Gran looks in all the crannies, nooks,
The ceiling, shelves, the tops of books,
She checks for teeny tiny specks,
For mites and motes and fluff and flecks,
For every little bit of grit
In places that remain unlit,
She spies some spiders, spindly, black,
Then yells out loud ‘And now, ATTACK!’
So Granny turns the hoover on
She screams out, ‘Dust and dirt, BE GONE!’
It’s on full power. It starts to suck,
But then, oh dear! What dreadful luck!
The Hoover sucks the tables, chairs,
The floors, the doors, the walls, the stairs,
The rugs, the jugs, a coat, a hat,
(It even sucks poor Granny’s cat),
And then, when all is spick and span,
The Hoover sucks up dear old Gran.
Oh yes, she’s vanished in a trice,
But still, at least her house looks nice.