Imperial Good Companion: on that name
rests reassurance, as a life-long friend
will take your set-backs on his solid frame,
reliable and trusty to the end.
Winding the two-tone ribbons, threading spools
on shiny clips, the anxious watching when
black turned to grey, then greyer (only fools
changed them too soon). We liked things simpler, then.
Its ever-readiness, its heavy keys,
the serious weight and substance they would bring
to every draft, the roller's constant squeeze,
the carriage-return's soul-satisfying TING!
How modest its demands: no plug or charge,
no constant updates, never running slow.
One standard font (with serifs, not too large).
And can I love a modern printer? No.