The Man In The Elevator-CM
The man in the elevator, who I shall name as Paul
Was standing there rigid with his back to the wall.
As the lift started moving, I heard his loud gulp
When the lift started shuddering as it slowly moved up.
The groaning and creaking seemed to make Paul's eyelashes curl
He suddenly screamed and started to swish, swoon and swirl.
The lift quickly dropped-stopped, and restarted again
It felt like we were two yo-yos inside a tumble dryer machine.
His bald head sprouted hair, his face a green tinge, his lips ruby red
Paul's man boobs were now perk, I felt jealous and a tad bit upset.
The lift soon settled and that's when I again looked at Paul
He was more like a Pauline and not the same Paul by that wall.
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