Oh neglected elevator
smells of dead alligator.
Graphitti scrawled on the wall
looking like a urinal stall.
Inside we stand so nervous
did the elevator just go out of service?
Will someone please lend a hand
for this elevator that once was grand.
Poem for the neglected elevator
Happening right now on Spudart: Press a leaf in an envelope with the date and story written on it until 2026-10-31
This poem was inspired by angie’s post on the previous poem, “Ode to Elevator.”
i’d say the same goes for many subway stations worldwide. but if they were actually clean/sparkling, would they be so charming?
POEM FOR THE NEGLECTED BLOG Oh neglected blog Smells of dead frog Ideas that once were so new Now so stale and past overdue I visit to find inspiration But all I get is frustration Will someone please lend a hand And set Matt into gear with a plan?
ooooh poor blog. I just made a new post. The fans are clamoring for more! yay!
here’s some cutting floor lines that didn’t make it into this poem. Here we nervously await feeling like vertical freight Shutting the metal gate in this small box state
:o) YAY for more blog happiness! BTW, I never noticed the “SPUDART PRODUCTIONS” thing at the bottom of the page. Very nice railroad-track type things around it — I love the effect!
One should notice that there are hidden considerations in every discussion and sympathy to both sides of an argument can contribute a lot to the quality of life of all participants.