The Big Black Monster

In the corner of the room sits a big black monster,
This trusty friend springs to action when called,
When you click the monster’s head,
It hums deeply and spits out pages, just what you installed.

Without this monstrous creature, life could be tough,
We rely on our hands to write down stuff.
Sometimes, this beast can be moody, it’s true,
It growls at you for more ink, as it knows what to do.

It grumbles and huffs if you take too much time,
But in the end, it helps us create every rhyme.
Did you guess who this spectacular creature could be?
It must unexpectedly be our trusty friend: the printer, you see!