Printer Woes Poem by George Hunter

Printer Woes



My printer was on the blink
'Cause sooner than you think,
I'd again run out of ink.
The thing was really out of whack,
Needed both tricolor and the black.

Luckily I had some spares
So I didn't have to tear my hairs.
(As if I could find some anywheres)

So I snapped two fresh ones in,
Tho their prices were a sin.
—Then I went printing merrily away
—Just waiting for the day
When that damn warning light comes on again.

If they put any less ink in it
A cartridge wouldn't last a New York minute
—Make the machine easy to buy
—Then gouge you on the sly.
There's no way you can win it.

'Cause I like printing lots of stuff
Like models in the buff
—And aeroplanes and trains
—And pics with my refrains
So too much is not enough.

Just have to cut down on my gruel
'Cause I'm a stubborn mule
—Look at it any way
—In the end you'll have to pay
Call me the printing fool.

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