So, I have energy from my vacuum
I know that this sounds weird
But all I know is how I float
After vacuuming the carpets beard
For some strange reason
As I finished one day
My body felt ecstatic
I realized I had held the cord
Because it was causing havoc
I felt so good
I retraced my steps
And linked them to my vacuum
Then everyday I had the chore
I held the cord in volumes
After which I sprinted about
Swearing by my newfound secret
Energetically thwarting other's doubt
Now I vacuum religiously
Try it sometime when your weary
Pretty soon you'll find out
You'll be having a vacuuming spree!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem