Ahem.

We are gathered here today
To celebrate our friend.
His spirit is still with us,
Though his life, it sadly ends.

For those who do not know the tale
It began at 8 o’clock, when
I had a minor hankering
To raid my fridge’s stock.

I opened up those fateful doors
To satisfy my belly
And there they stood, my heart’s desire,
Peanut butter and jelly.

‘I shall make a sandwich’,
But no sooner had I said it,
Than the light betwixt them flickered,
And my plans required an edit.

The fridge’s light was dimmed,
And its time was nearly spent.
That moment was the last I’d see
Of its filament.

The light diminished rapidly.
I watched in fear and dread;
Until the light turned into black
And I knew

The bulb was dead.

I hung there momentarily
A chill ran up my neck.
(I had the fridge’s door open,
What’d I expect?)

I thought of all the instances
We’d enjoyed each other the most;
Then with a heavy heart,
I unscrewed him from his post.

And so I stand before you all,
Refrigerator food.
I admit I didn’t know old Blinky
Quite as well as you.

Nevertheless, I’m not ashamed
To say he left his mark.
Remember, ‘Light bulbs never die,
They merely lose their spark’.