Cerdes

Outside the gates of Cerdes sits
The two-pronged unicorn
Who plays at relaxation
Time a rhinestone flugelhorn
Whilst mermaids lace carnations
Into wreaths for ailing whales
And Neptune dances hornpipes
While Salome sheds her veils
Phallus Phil tries peddling
His pewter painted pot
But Sousa Sam can only hear
The screams of Peep the sot
Who only sips his creme
De menthe from terra cotta cups
And exhales menthol scented
Breath whilst spewing verbiage up
Down technical blind alleys
Live the wraiths of former dreams
And Greeps who often crossed
Them are no longer what they seem
And even Christian Scientists
Can but display marble plaques
Which only retell legends whilst my eyes
Reach out for facts
Yeah my eyes reach out for facts