(This is a fictional poem)
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 great 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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem