Late one May!

Taken aback, I carried my data, my files in my stick and my laptop round my shoulder, It was raining the cats and dogs without abating. The culprit, the printer, sitting on my table, at home without a care or wonder got down in a jam, kept jamming on a ‘song’ I wondered the tune(s) its jamming to. Frustrated, I’m hereby on an emergency, panting to Print Ministry, my reliable, non-jamming escapade.