A silhouette, armed with my tongue.
I’ll whip it out for cream cone.
Quick! Follow me!
We’re going down and down to There.
Keep your hands in your pockets, though.
It prevents the temptation to wave at the moon.
Are you ready?
Then down to There we go!
Solomon loved it here in There.
He collected dust bunnies and
Taught them the Ventruvian language.
Apparently they were not that interested, but
You got to admire his fervour.
Over there is a good pub!
They call it The Only Way Out.
Supposed to be haunted by the ghost of grime-taddlers looking for a pretty penny,
Whoever she was/is or may have been imagined.