Ode to a photocopy machine

My dearest and most treasured
Copying machine,
With printing speed unequalled
And design both soft and lean
I pray thee do not leave me
Faced with the despair
Of having bald patches
Where I once had hair.

My grade 6 class needs a copy
Their homework to complete
For when they turn up to my lesson
Without their worksheet
The school is lost without you
I simply cannot face
A xerox-free society
Without paper waste.

I woke up late this morning
And burnt my breakfast toast
I got to school and found
My only friend is now a ghost.
Return I beg you, to my life
I'm down upon my knees
A teacher's life is not worth living
Without photocopies.