Surrealist landscape
P. Dickinson
On the pale yellow sands
Where the Unicorn stands
And the Eggs are preparing for Tea.
Sing Forty Sing Thirty Sing Three.
On the pale yellow sands
There's a pair of Clasped Hands
And an Eyeball entangled with string.
Sing Fifty Sing Forty Sing Three.
And a Bicycle Seat
And a Plate of Raw Meat
And a Thing that is hardly a Thing.
On the pale yellow sands
There stands A Commode
That has nothing to do with the case.
Sing Ninety Sing Eighty Sing Three.
On the pale yellow sands
There's a Dorian Mode
And a Temple all covered with lace
And a Gothic Erection of Urgent Demands
On the patience of You and of Me.