Golden brown spongey stacks, extra syrup heart attacks.

Christopher Walken may have wanted more cowbell, but the Tin Man wanted this. Dorothy don't forget the hinges and joints!

I am the beach, but not the sea. I am a castle, but not a king.

I can be crushed into dust or worn in a crown, I can be smoked in the alley by a crackhead downtown. I am older than trees, though I don't have a tongue, And I roll with the music when anthems are sung. A single thin sheet can defeat all my might, But I’ll shatter steel blades if they challenge a fight. What am I ?

In the web of life I'm felt but not seen. Through ripples in time, our paths zig and zag. Pull me, and it can all unravel in a blink.