Elevator shaft

When it comes to intelligence, I guess I'm pretty daft.

I tried to use a faulty elevator and I fell down the shaft.

People told me to use the stairs but I didn't listen to that.

When I hit the bottom, it made a grear big splat.

When I took that fall, I fell down twenty floors.

When I landed, I didn't have my good looks anymore.

They had to scrape me off the bottom and put me back together.

If you're wondering when I'll ride another elevator, the answer is never.

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This is a fictional poem

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good work Mr. Johnson...
this is not a fictional statement.