20/05/11

Today's offering is a poem from thaumaturge.

THE UPS AND DOWNS OF THE ELEVATOR CAR by Caroline D Emerson

The elevator car in the elevator shaft,
Complained of the buzzer, complained of the draught.
It said it felt carsick as it rose and fell,
It said it had a headache from the ringing of the bell

‘There is spring in the air,’ sighed the elevator car.
Said the elevator man, ‘You are well-off where you are.’
The car paid no attention but it frowned an ugly frown
                  When
                up       it
          going          should
      started               be
    it                            going
and                                  down.

Down flashed the signal, but up went the car.
The elevator man cried, ‘You are going much too far!’
Said the elevator car,’ I’m doing no such thing
I’m through with buzzers buzzing, I’m looking for the spring!’

Then the elevator man began to shout and call
And all the people came running through the hall.

The elevator man began to call and shout
‘The car won’t stop! Let me out! Let me out!’

On went the car past the penthouse door.
On went the car up one flight more.
On went the elevator till it came to the top.
On went the elevator, and it would not stop!

Right through the roof went the man and the car.
And nobody knows where the two of them are!
(Nobody knows but everyone cares,
Wearily, drearily climbing the stairs!)

Now on a summer evening when you see a shooting star
Fly through the air, perhaps it is – that elevator car!