God won’t mind, he knows well we are flawed

Oh, my electric carpet sweeper  I adore
It  never grumbles as  it sweep my floors
It sounds so quiet and gentle as it drags
Dust and bits of wool from off my rugs

I’m astonished how much dirt if gathers in
I  examine  it with awe beside the bin
I look to see of there is any gold
Just as Freud the prophet has foretold

I found three pounds, enough to buy some tea.
I like tea in bed as I come to.
Escaping from my dreams as from a Zoo
Am I odd or am I just like you?

Even kitchen tools can be adored
God won’t mind, he knows well we are flawed