Short Printers Poems
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From the Bakers To The Printers
Just Like The Summers And The Winters
Come The Apprentices And The Beginners
Life Has Time For The Sinners
Form:
on Jan 17th 1706 Benjamin Franklin was born
became a printers apprentice
established the first lending library
was known as an uncommom comman man
that taught self in science and inventions
Benjamin Franklin 1706-1790
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Our inventions long ago surpassed the wheel and fire
paper, compass, printing press, penicillin, rubber tire
vaccines, light bulbs, electricity, radio, and colored tv
rockets, air conditioning, fiber optics, printers 3-D
we always think everything ever invented already is.
Until someone proves us wrong, usually a kid with Whiz.
If there were no poetry
Here’s what I think –
The world would flow over
With rivers of…that stuff you put
in pens and printers.
If poetry somehow
Did cease to exist
The thoughts of all rhymers
Would surely be…just floating around
in the air with no place to go.
If poems weren’t written
I haven’t a clue
About how I’d express
What I’m feeling…does anyone?
Got myself closed up in a box,
it's doors ain't locked,
Guess what?
I can't leave it!
There is air
that is filtered and cooled,
it should be good,
I can't breathe it!
There are PCs and printers
and stuff,
it ain't too rough,
Why do I hate it?
Square are numbers and screens
and my eyes,
I am going blind,
Somebody save me!
Written 25th July 2016
Throw it over the second floor
Or better yet bathe it
Since it never seem to.
Kicking doesn’t help
Or talking either
Everybody just thinks me crazy.
I’ve thought of starving it
No paper, No work
We’ll see who’s smiling now.
Oh wait for a sec,
Do printers eat Ink or paper?
This machine irks me
So before I kill it
I wonder,
How much jail time
Do I have to do
For killing one Stupid Printer?
The Printer takes our written words and with a little ink,
He tells the world in black and white what we all think,
He may serve for finances or business of his own,
With Soho notes and member cards of where to write or phone.
But one or the other, his importance is supreme,
Because his craft is needed in promoting every gym,
His letters spell the words we mean or hide the ones we think,
Whenever we speak in terms of the Soho printers ink.
When you attend a funeral
you don’t expect to laugh
But a typo by the printers
was such a glaring gaffe
An N was mistyped in a word
So ‘Mooring is broken’ looked very absurd
It’s to be played when I pass, it’s a favourite song
And I’m sure that Cat Stevens won't get the lyrics wrong!
This happened at a funeral I attended recently, in the order of service there were actually 2 mistakes made by the printers
28/7/19
The teachers are teaching,
The principal- preaching.
The halls buzz with whispers,
The gym with bag zippers.
The children are sleeping- in the middle of class,
Hoping the day will breeze by real fast.
The printers are hummin',
The homework keeps comin'!
The clocks ticks by slow,
We all gotta go...
The lectures wont end,
Nobody's listening- it's just pretend!
The final bell sounds- cheers all around,
And at last the day has found its bound.
5 o'clock
Voices all around me
first clear... slowly
the rumbling chatter
begins to fade
finally it disappears
Faint sounds of the
keyboards peck,
click-click...
rolling mice
move about each desk
these sounds too... will soon rest
Phone receivers landing,
printers jamming,
co-workers withstanding
while managers demanding...
soon... no ones left standing
As the time nears
5 o'clock... tick tock
work day is over
all work stops...
Lay