Crumbling Bricks

By Bonnie and Clyde

She had flowers in her hair,
Butterflies flying everywhere,
Her hair golden,
Her delicates folden,
She tickled the bear by her side,
He was Downy, not All or Tide,
She smelt of perfume,
Like the smell of a flower's bloom,
She was tall,
She dare not fall,
Or she will break,
Her freshly baked chocolate cake.