Bizarre Elevator - (aka my attempt at poetry)

My friend Jon says:
"K is a poet,
and he didn't know-et"

"12th cafetaria" says the computerised voice of my elevator.
As we reach the 15th storey
Ellie (as we've named her) has obviously gone off her rocker.
Who's scrambled her memory?

"Storey cafetaria" she drones monotonously a while later -
(Not quite monotonously though,
She has this little lilt in her voice - love her or hate her)-
when we're on the 19th floor.

Something's clearly wrong, something's not quite right:
"Storey" doesn't equal "cafetaria"!
And it upsets me no end, and I've been awake all night -
I've been thinking about this mysteria.

For Ellie doesn't get this way often, something must have upset her
For her to go off her rocker thus -
Perhaps she's had just one too many rapid-button-presser
Summoning her (faster! faster!) to the 1st.

Whatever the case, she needs something to rewire her crossed circuits.
For mixed messages (to quote Bush)
Confuse the people, and there's definitely going to be no dearth
Of silly people who're going to press and push...

In the meantime it's going to be 19 floors of delirious hysteria
As we collapse in laughter
Listening to Ellie solemnly intone "3rd cafetaria" and then "5th cafetaria"
And on and on at every odd floor thereafter.