When making a dummy
the sound of the scanner
can put you to sleep
in an uncanny manner
Those 32 pages
slide through in two passes
and drop on the tray
like drippy molasses
Then before you know it
an hour has passed
and where does the time go
when things don't move fast
You're snoring along
as the dummy progresses
and you run out of toner
and you cuss what a mess this is
Another hour goes by
and the dummy is done
but you forgot a copy
of that sample...that ONE
That colorful sample
you sent to the printer
looks pretty good now
as your brain starts to splinter
But you swallow your coffee
and you belch and you yawn
you'll get this thing mailed out
if you work until dawn
Suddenly it is Saturday
Will the post office close
sooner than most days?
Better get on your toes
You kiss them goodbye
those three little bookies
and wait a few months
for those editor look sees
(and you work on something new)
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