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