Are you going up, or
are you going Down, Sir?
Said the Elevator Man
with a Frown
I Said, Why the Look?
Well if you went,
Up and Down, all Day Long
you would know, what would
be Wrong!
My Belly is in my Head
And my head is in my Belly
Also when I go home, I
Always get this Falling, sinking Feeling?
I said: Then,
I'll be going Down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice unusual write here David, I like something different, and this is. Great write and lovely read. Love Ernestine XXX