I'm not the whole, a piece or part. Just one share, of cake or tart. Just a sliver, Of pie on chart. Why your one downvote, is just a little wet fart.

I guard the coats you never use, the shoes you swear you didn’t choose. Each year I grow, yet none can see, who keeps on feeding these things to me.

A place for damsels held. Steel and iron, stack and weld. Broadcasting voices from its peak: its beacon’s silent yell. Tolkien’s two: an easy tell. Rapunzel used to dwell. It’s silhouette on a stormy night, top stories: fright it sells.

Litter home, or litter home? Cats go here. Cats go here. Cats go here.

My brothers crow in the morning, I guard your roof, night and day. Round and round I'm spinning, the wind blows, I point the way.