A Message from the Copy Machine

It was a totally unexpected development.

A Message From the Copy Machine

 

By Elton Camp

 

I placed my document in the feed.

Told the Xerox how many I need.

I had to struggle hard to stifle a shout

When I saw what the copier sent out.

 

“Hello there, dear, my name’s Roxanne

I just simply love the touch of your hand.

Your fingers on my buttons are a big thrill,

I ask you to please do it again, if you will.”

 

I looked all around for a camera to see.

Surely this must be joke made for TV.

I figured that most certainly some a*s

Left a trick note attached to the glass.

 

But nothing like that was I able to find.

I wonder if perhaps I’m losing my mind.

So I quickly took the copier’s letter

And ran it right through the shredder.

 

I touched the Start key once again.

Came a note on pink, to my chagrin.

“Oh, that time it really felt so good.

You did that just like you should.”

 

At that I made a bolt for the door.

“I’m not coming in here any more.

A copier with the name Roxanne

I won’t let come on to this old man.”