A ball on the floor, not sure what it is,
Gray and hairy, now that’s a quiz.
It doesn’t move on its own at all,
Just with the wind, and it rolls like a ball.
I recognize some dust-like qualities,
And something that looks like moldy old cheese.
Dunno what it is but I know what I’ll use it for,
The motivation to clean, the dickiest chore.
I took my vacuum, my trusty J.E,
Named after the prez who’s so dear to me.
Absorb, inhale, imbibe and suck,
It does its job, about it doesn’t muck.
I hear a swoosh as the dust goes in,
And a sudden jingle. What did I win?
Ah, I guess it’s pebbles on steel,
Bouncing inside with rock’n’roll zeal.
The visit to the beach brought more than sand
And I got to hear the stone-symphony at hand.
Sillynity 