THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE, THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE, THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE...
PRINTER The lowly printer, mechanical face, Takes the virtual, makes two dimensional, Clucks, whirrs, shakes, in go electrons, Out words, images, stories, adventures, Print is dead, one hears this always, Yet, nothing more comforting, Than having hard copy in hand, Mechanical and electrical marvel, Printers have exactly just two modes, Working and kaput, beyond repair, These modest boxes, chewing trees, Keep kindergarteners, bureaucrats happy, For everybody else, are they essential, My... Sign in to see full entry.