Mighty Roar

Our peaceful home was filled this night

With angry, painful sounds;

I could not find the right escape;

Fear held me in its bounds.

Dear humom, have you gone quite mad?

Have Sushi, El, and I been bad?

I cannot think what we have done to call this frightful monster out.

So I turn my back to you,

And will let no kindness through;

No matter what apologies you give, sincerity's in doubt.

For though it's quiet now, and still, the vacuum does still lurk about.

I hate vacuums.