Tribute to my printer--the printing's over.
|After five years of printing my HP went dead;
it was more than enough to cause me to see red.
I had oodles of work so my panic arose;
thus began the ordeal of my Sans Printer Woes.
Without printer I feel like I’m missing an arm;
(how we take it for granted when work is a charm!)
It's like magic when blank paper goes for a ride
and emerges with all kinds of words on one side.
I would print envelopes on my printer HP;
they were very professional—neat as could be.
I could pen them by hand but the neatness fell short;
I was fighting the tide in a tremulous port.
Now the waves of the woes of my loss hit my shore
as it struck me that I could not do any more
to revive an old friend who had served me so well
in my den on a table hooked up to my Dell…
…Sans Printers Woes, I remember the night,
when I unboxed you and turned on your light.
You were so eager to make things complete
that you printed out an alignment sheet.
Sans Printer woes, I lament you tonight;
I know you’re gone, but you put up a fight.
Myriad documents passed from your hold,
so rest in peace, HP printer of old.
I sing praises to you because that’s who I am;
you paid service to me though at times you would jam.
It is solemn occasion of printer demise;
this is Sans Printer Woes…thus I do eulogize.
Writer’s Cramp Co-Winner