An epitaph poem is a poem that is written to commemorate the life of someone who has passed away. It usually appears on the tombstone of the person it was written for. However, in some cases an epitaph poem is written about a fictional character or even an object such as something that has been broken or lost, is no longer used, etc. Sometimes epitaphs are funny instead of sad or serious. Write a funny epitaph poem for a fictional character or an object that has ‘died.’ Make sure that your poem connects to your theme or to one of your subtopics. Remember to use a poetic device.
Here lies my trusty old phone,
The screen was cracked and it moaned,
But it was with me through thick and thin,
Until my clumsy hands did it in.
It never left my side,
I used it to Google and to Skype,
But now it's a paperweight,
My wallet feels way too light.
Oh, my dear phone, how I'll miss thee,
Your battery life was shorter than a bumblebee,
But you were part of my life,
Until you met your untimely demise.
Rest in peace my dear friend,
Your successor will have big shoes to mend,
But you'll always have a special place in my heart,
Even though your screen fell apart.
(Poetic device: Alliteration- "Your battery life was shorter than a bumblebee")
Here lies an old typewriter bold,
No longer tapping keys untold.
Its ribbons worn, its letters fade,
Now deemed obsolete in this modern trade.
Once it danced with nimble fingers,
Crafting tales that curiosity lingers.
But now, alas, it collects dust,
Its mechanical heart no longer robust.
With clunky keys and ink in flux,
It wrote stories that left folks struck.
Its carriage return graced every line,
Creating narratives, oh, so fine!
Yet, the digital realm cast its spell,
And our dear typewriter slowly fell.
No longer cherished as it once was,
Relegated to the shadows of pre-modern buzz.
Its clicks silenced, its paper unraveled,
Now a relic in a world enameled.
Oh, typewriter, your wit and charm,
Lay entombed here, safe from all harm.
So, raise a glass and shed no tear,
For this quirky object we hold dear.
In memory of the written lore,
Lost in the age of Zeros and Ones galore.
Let this epitaph tell the tale,
Of a typewriter's fade without fail.
A poetic relic, forever remembered,
For its humor and words that were untethered.