Cracked Alice

The brave Sir Real
He came too late
His magic horse
And plastic mate
Had bumped the walls
The tower falls
She is happy
Animals strewn
Across the yard
Sir Real deployed
The Avant Guard
To help rebuild
What he’d nearly killed
She is happy
A path of cards
Seen from afar
Has lead Sir Real
To the bazaar
He buys her cakes
For goodness sakes
She is happy
Her bonbons rolled
Out of the bowl
Sir Real had tripped
And lost control
Nothing’s replaced
The smile on her face
She is happy