Elevator Shaft

(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.