A toast

When you moved onto my street,
All I thought about was the day we’d meet,
And I’m so glad I met you,
Because you gave me someone to talk to,
You made me feel so good,
Now I’d found someone who truly understood,
Yet you never were much at talking,
Or even walking...
But you were still my friend,
And I wish it did not end,
But the council took you away,
Never to see another day,
So let me hold a toast,
To my loving friend, Mr. Lamppost...