This elevator

This elevator is making frequent stops. It goes up and down and when you think you are at the top somebody calls you down. Please, let me make it to my floor. I have an ice-cream melting into my shoe. I don't want to take yo yo elevator today. The elevator, give me a direct flight. I wish to fly to the sky. My ice-cream is gone and sticky shoes are making sticky footprints, when I am walking to my door: squelch, smack, squelch, smack ... Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 5/11/2010