Poetically Childish

I was challenged to write a poem that included a broken object. I wrote two - with 'object' being broadly interpreted. They're silly, but I like them.

It happened once upon a time
from high upon a wall.
Without a care to keep him safe,
he knew that he could fall.

Unfortunate as it would be
for him that tragic day,
he wasn’t going to bounce back up.
There's little else to say.

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He climbed up on the tracks of steel
so he could look around.
So many times he’d come to look,
and then he’d climbed back down.

It isn’t clear which way he looked.
What’s clear is it was wrong
to look this way instead of that.
Now mighty Ushy’s gone.

TGB