Henry hoover

This smiling plastic face
With its smug parody
Of 50's housewives',
uncontrollable joy,
At new domestic appliances,
Looks leeringly at me.
incongruous it may appear
Languishing in the dark cupboard

But each night it puts more spite
into its grin
Ready to greet me the next day
with renewed venom
It is conspiring with the dusters,
plotting a coup with the mop
as co conspirators
They secretively ridicule me
Well i say,
'ill shut the door on you
An never clean no more!'