The photocopier’s stopped again; it’s really not much use. <br />We’ll have to get another one, since it won’t reproduce <br />And even when it does, it’s slow and mucks up every copy. <br />If you want double-sided, you can sup ten cups of coffee <br />And fume and swear and rant and curse and utter words unkind <br />While it is merely warming up and making up its mind <br />As to when to jam and get stuff stuck, (which it really does a lot) <br />Usually a pesky paper scrap in an inaccessible spot! <br />It seems to have two settings: much too black and far too pale. <br />It does the opposite of what you want – Exactly, without fail! <br />I really shouldn’t groan and gripe and come across as a moaner, <br />Though, always when you’re in a rush, it’s running low on toner <br />But I’m sure we’d miss it if it went; I’m sure you’ll understand <br />Since it’d take us flipping ages to copy stuff out by hand!<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-photocopier/
