The Norway Maple stands for 50 years,
surviving hurricanes, zombiegeddon,
and some kind of portmanteau-based clothing craze
(skouses, jats, dungapants, etc)
before falling, winsomely,
on Colin.
Its grey smooth bark crushes his skull
like a testicle under a BMX wheel
and his heels perform a little Riverdance
before he expires.
Interestingly, Colin had just joined a dancing class
to cheer himself up after the death of his spaniel.
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