The Elevator Man

• Imke Jansen-Munday, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

The elevator man
On Tuesdays and Sundays you may often see
A great big tall man who’s easy to see.
His hat is black like a night Laundromat.
His hair does not care because it wishes it could swear.
His eyebrows have lice and there and there not very nice.
His eyes are shiny and make you say aw god blind me.
His mouth is confusing and really rather amusing.
But his chin is the best it curves down to his chest.
And down in his chest is a tangled bird’s nest.
His legs are strange because they like to play games by dancing out of range oh really very strange.
His arms are thin like sewing pins.
And the strangest thing of all is that he his not actually a man at all!
No his not A! Man he is the elevator man.