Licenses And Liberties Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

in the corner by the hearth....
found my sweet inamorato
sequelated, seeking warmth..
orbs, falanges decussato....
made a soup of March hare's whisker-clips...
Blixen's dew-hoove's shavings,
Humpty's shell-gel, fireflies' flickers
and the substantive stuffs of cravings.....
he imbibed the soparific...became focussed....quite pacific...
we've ascribed the heal to nuance....
well...could be some superfluence....
we now loll the beach on Waikiki.....
and
you're welcome to the recipe.....