The Death of Tony Timbers

There once was a man named Tony,
He was as strange as night is to day.
Whichever way that people went,
He went the other way.

There once was a man named Tony,
I say “once” because he died.
He died doing what he loved to do,
Something others never tried.

Tony was an arborist,
He really loved climbing trees.
He also loved to chop them down,
Bit by bit or at the knees.

Tony’s last name was Timbers,
He grasped that this was ironic,
He hoped that he would serve his name well,
That he’d make the name iconic.

He didn’t see that sad day coming,
That moment he saw the kitten.
It was moving higher, stuck up the tree,
And Tony Timbers was smitten.

He climbed further up,
And held out his hand.
He heard the branch snap,
And knew he’d soon hit land.

As Tony fell fast,
He didn’t look down.
Instead he looked at the sky,
Sunlight all around.

The moral of this story,
Though it didn’t end well -
Is to always aim higher,
Use your passion to excel.

And if you do fall,
Don’t ever look down.
Because the reasons to get up,
Are above the ground.