The Hoover

If there is one object
I'd not like to be
It would be a Hoover
"Why?" you ask me.

A Hoover must have
A really hard time
Eating the dirt, the dust
and the grime

Sucking up cobwebs
Dead spiders and things
Tugging at fluff, that
To furniture, clings

Scraping the carpet
Making it clean
And no one knows
Where all that muck's been!

So if there is one object
I'd not like to be
It would be a Hoover
You say, "Now I see."