The Ministry of Silly Walks

"One of these days, I will have you have your way with me, Mr. Bowie."

Swath of heaven, a breath of cologne
Her mirror was a window she sat quite alone
All aroung her the garden grew
Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue

She came and she looked and at last went away
The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed
On the wall of the garden, a legend did say
"No one may come here, since no one may stay"