Deep down inside
I have this thing
That makes me vomit
When I am sick

I fill it up
And let it work
Without a quirk
A marvel it is
That I hear but
Never see it

Sometime's it's quite
In the way that it works
At other times it speaks to me
It rumbles and roars
In my drawers

Oh pardon me
To be polite
It's no delight
To take a slight
As the wind goes out
Oh what a fright