Silky Red Velvet and Cuddly Fur

I wonder, I wonder what does my teddy feel like,
Is it the feeling of the wheels on an expensive old bike?
Or is it more like warm, cuddly and silky red velvet, or something that is alike?

Melancholy, devastated and broken pieces sailing down my heart,
If I were to lose my bear, I would know that I had a missing part,
My heart would be rotten, like a ruined, wrinkly old kart,
Oh, how I really wish on this sad and hurtful moment for a piece of tart.

Devastated, heartbroken and torn apart in sadness,
As my face scrunches up sadly like an old, wrinkly passionfruit,
But when I cuddle my teddy, my tears sail down my face like a sailor sailing down a waterfall,
I really do wish to swim in a refreshing and desiring pool.

When I slither my face down my bear’s soft fur,
I can smell a scent of strawberry flavoured fairy floss, along with a purr,
Whenever I smell my bear, I feel as if I’m cuddling a big ball of cotton balls,
A smell as sweet as calming, luscious and beautiful rose petals,
I am sorry to say I am not going to go and talk about fascinating kettles.