I Want This Cyclops

Two French sisters on a

DC-10 Sped from

Dallas. Just imagine them:

Peppering their respected speeches with

Commas and cupids

And I-Don't-

Wanna's, I-

Don't-Think-

So's. It snows here in

Sasquatch

Country Where the criminal element runs free.

Two singular eyes spied them,

A cyclops second goes by them,

When, upon their arrival, they say (in a dispirited-but-comely way), "I want this cyclops."

Two French sisters on a

DC-10 Sped from

Dallas. Just imagine them:

Peppering their respected speeches with

Commas and cupids

And I-Don't-

Wanna's, I-

Don't-Think-

So's slow.

It's slow here in

Sasquatch

Country Where the criminal element runs free.

One singular eye spies them,

A sloppy second goes by them,

When, upon their arrival, they say (in a dispirited-but-comely way), "I want this cyclops."