An ode to my printer

Today I say goodbye to an old friend;
But alas, all good things come to an end.
My printer, he was frail,
And Staples had a good sale,
So I joined the Laserjet trend.


I dislike change.
If I had my way, we'd still write on stone tablets from our home on the grange.
But time marches on,
And my printer ink was AGAIN gone,
It was time to do the thing humane.


My printer didn't know any tricks,
But he stayed with me when my thinking was thick.
He's thankful to be in a place of rest,
Where he no longer has to make sense of my writing mess,
Because, after all, this ode was really a limerick.