A/N: Hurrah, it's my first poem, and it's just what the title suggests.

Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers, you're stars, you really are!

Dislaimer: I DON'T OWN, GOT THAT INTO YOUR THICK HEADS YET?


The Vacuum Cleaner Revolt

On that faithful night

Of the vacuum cleaner revolt,

Sirius told himself

It wasn't his fault,

But he still felt the guilt

When he heard the wail

When the evil electrics

Got his friend Wormtail.

But Sirius sat tight

Through this fright

Coz it wasn't his fault

And this wasn't his night

In another marauder's kitchen,

The clatter of tongs

And the hum of evil dysons

Meant the end of Prongs

But Sirius sat tight

Through this fright

Coz it wasn't his fault

And this wasn't his night

He saw the appliances

Reach his last friend's house.

Everything seemed

Quiet as a mouse.

With a bang and a clatter

And a sound of doom,

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief,

As he saw the full moon.


A/N: Well, there you go, review please, be kind though, I only usually write serious poems,

now I know what you think, the words me and serious shouldn't belong in the same sentence,

but, FEH! I say, why can't I express creative writing in poems.

And all you cowardly anonomous flamers out there, you know I am the enemy of all flames, so

don't bother, or I'll chuck water at you, so HA