Coversed Ops Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Bambi eyes
and
low-slung
jumper
cables to headquarters
fraught with
say-it-isn'ts
were drawn
on a bead....
or was it a pin....
or the left hind foot of some thumper....chained to the keylessness of the
kingdom....come to the party..line up
and be sprinkled with the dews...and the don'ts...
.me...I'll stay here with the May Bees....more
frosting and less abstrusity lights on the awning
overhead.....
the blimplets have been clownshooed, gently prodded... underduressed.....and there's a harmonium......