There once was a man named Ben, Whose mishap caused quite the chagrin. He mishandled with care, In a moment unfair, And his mother's urn met a fate so grim. By mistake, liquid nitrogen deployed, Into ashes, it sadly flowed. With a powerful chill, The urn did fulfill, In a blast, scattering fragments, it showed. Shards of glass soared through the air, Into the neighbor's yard, causing a scare. They were left quite awoken, Their slumber now broken, By the crash that left them in despair. Apologies from Ben were declared, As he promised to fix what was flared. The neighbor's heart mended, Friendships not ended, Though urn mishaps may leave souls a bit scared!