The land of Noz

In the Land of Noz, a cyclops lives,
And oafs with horns.
In Noz, purple women and green men,
Cornflakes, black and green.
I've been there before, but oddly,
It's disfigured in my mind.
The first time around, the cyclops had no nose,
And the women were green and purple,
Dancing in the moonlight,
The drums pounding, no fault of mine!
I gazed into a sky of blackness.
You may think the Land of Noz somewhat strange,
But open my refrigerator,
And the Land of Noz lies before you.
The milk, an onion, three slices of bread,
And one tomato,
All in the land of Noz.