Ode to a Phone, Smashed on the Floor

Hello everyone!
This is McKellen speaking.
I love poetry, just adore it. I enjoy laying in my tower and think of depressing and mornful poems to make people cry. I meant to share some of my works earlier, but haven't had the chance.
So without further ado, here is one of my most recent....
Ode to a phone, Smashed on the Floor.

The kitchen clean, and work all done
with children playing in the sun
A girl who needed food and drink
crept in the kitchen and began to think.

She opened cabinets, peaked in drawers
opened fridges and slammed their doors
All the while she held the phone 
and looked to see who talked to her

The phone gave her everything
joy, peace, life and hope
She felt if something happened to it
she might not have strength to cope

Finding food she heated it
(while on the phone she texted)
till at last the food was hot
and she found a plate to put it on.

It smelled so good, she got her phone
and a picture of it took
with sigh she picked up her plate 
and with a smile in stepped fate.

And then it happened that fatal day,
when the world crumbled and burned away,
her phone, who with always was.
fell from her hands onto the floor.

Slowly it tumbled, and she grasped the air
but with food in her arms she missed it

Throwing food onto the counter 
she knelt on the floor to search.

And there it was! The phone was there!
But the screen was turned to splinters
the glass had smashed
there was no hope 
She must learn to do without it.

She felt the screen, the glass came off
reaching she picked one up
the sharped shards slit her skin
the drops of blood appeared
looking down upon the screen
down her cheek ran a tear.

Into her room she pulled herself
her tears could have filled a vase
and thinking how foolish was she
to not have used a case

Laying on the floor her phone she stroked
"My darling precious, my one and all"
the tears a falling, she began to choke
"Oh how could I have let you fall!"

She rocked it, held it, her grasp grew weaker
till eyes began to flicker
finally her hands grew rigid
and her heart sighed and stopped.

That phone which gave her everything
yea, even life and hope
and when it fell, that fatal day

her very breath it severed.

*sigh*

Isn't that just....heart-wrenching.

I'm wiping tears away as I write.

So long folks, I need some time to recover after reading this deeply moving work.

-McKellen.

An Original Song By a Friend

Oh fish, so slimy and sweet!
If only they could live another week!
Or even another day,
I wish you could stay!
And make Catherine's life so good,
So basically EAT YOUR FOOD!

Why did you die?
Fish, oh fie
For shame why must you do
Such a terrible thing! You were so new!

So please come back to life
And make her life less full of strife!
At least just say adieu!
And come back brave and new!

And so I write this song
In honor of your life (although not prolonged)
Maugarite and Percy
Catherine tried to be a nursy....

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty tanks with empty buildings
Now my fish are dead and gone.

Here they joked of idle singing.
Here it was they became tame.
Here they talked about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

Sneaking round the corner
Sherman came in as a heater
And with heat beyond compare
He roasted them there!
The very things were meant to help them
Became their final horror
At that lonely little tank....at dawn.

Oh my fish, my fish forgive me

(The ghosts of those who died in the tank appear)

That I was gone when you went low .
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain that now I know.

Phantom faces swimming circles.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty tanks with empty buildings
Where my fish will swim no more.

(The ghosts fade away)

Oh my fish, my fish, don't ask me
What this sacrifice was for
Empty tanks with empty buildings
Where my fish will live no more.

And When the Rain Comes Down.....

.......it's 'cause the, fish is dead.
Yes my dear friends, this is Percy here.
But Alas,
Marguerite-
-Is no more.
It is a very lonely day for me.
Guppies are not supposed to have to live alone.
But I swim in the tank now
ALONE.

It is a very sad day.
I don't particularly feel like posting some picture in her honor.....
But I will say that before long, new Marguerites and Chauvelins will be swimming in this tank.


Farewell,
Percy.

Poor Fish is Dead, The Poor Fish is Dead

Our friends
This is Sir Percy, and his lady friend Marguerite.
We regret that we must be the bearers of bad news
But alas, our friend Chauvelin  seems to have met Madam  the Guillotine at last. 
Following a stressful  morning, where he seemed the only on not put out by the horrible filter
He never recovered from the stress like the rest of us. 
Alas, during the evening he was condemned
And like so many others, died.
We regret to inform you of this tragedy
And post this picture in his honor:

This was him with his favorite iceberg.
As Herman would say: "This is the one that sunk Sherman's now non-functional ship!"

It is quite regrettable that you never got to officially meet him, because, as English, we believe in fair play.

A Day for Dying

Hey everybody! It's Herman again.
This was supposed to be Marguerite's turn, but seeing as she is practically dead right now, I took over. Last night all the little guppies were extremely happy, and swimming cheerfully. However, today, they look like they are dying. Marguerite can't seem to get off her side, and Chauvelin just sits and won't move. Percy is going nuts and I think he might be insane. The dumb person who owns us doesn't have any clue as to what she should do, and it really hurts her to see Marguerite upside down, and not able to right herself. Alas, perhaps she should have waited 24 hours to put the fish in their new tank - but it is too late now. They are dying. Farewell everyone, I am still living strong, and hopefully will for the next few years.