Ink Jet Printer
Printer fires up, then silence
thinks awhile, then putters…
pushes out the paper
in chugs and grunts and sputters.
We would mutter too
if we had his hard assignment:
Make the picture colorful
while staying in alignment.
As he complains and stutters
charges in his nozzle heads
are giving chip instructions
to make purples, greens and reds,
figuring out precisely
magenta, cyan, black
adding drops of yellow.
Get it right—can’t take it back!
I’m glad he knows just where to put
each microscopic bubble.
Dear Ink Jet, grumble all you like
we love you for your trouble!
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
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This children’s poem was inspired by the topic of ink jet printers at Wonderopolis. I learned a lot about printers through the Wonderopolis informational article—including why mine may sometimes need a little sympathy and patience.
Violet Nesdoly 