The Loss of a Friend

"My finger, my finger! Oh, where did it go?
Why do I feel pain? Why dosen't my finger show?
The Ring is destroyed, I couldn't care less! My finger is missing!
Someone needs an arrest.
A theif! A theif! Oh, Sam, help me up. My finger is missing,
oh boy, this sucks."

"Mister Frodo, Gollum bit it off!"
"Impossible Sam, you should know. I scoff!"

"Precious!" was wailed over the edge. I dared a peek, over the ledge.
Gollum was falling, quite rapidly too, and there was my finger, oh noo!
Mt. Doom was caving in, but I didn't care. I thought of all the times, in the playground, memories my finger
and I did share. I cried, I weeped, but my finger did not come, I sat down and sucked on my thumb.

My dearest friend was lost, gone down forever, my heart broke, and I promised that never,
ever, would I call someone as dear, as the buddy I lost, falling down quite near.