It's More Than A Cup Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

and less than a bowl...
.it's the ermine tails trailing from the moth-munched stole..
.it's the pointing toe of the ebb and floe...
it's the dual-humped casualty of a singularized revelry...
.it's a cornichon capped with a mercantile map...
it's a finger-poppin' chess-set coppin' poetizin' croupier...
.on
a slander-riddlin' candor gigglin' mesmerizin' getaway....
.it's hot in June but froze by May....
a
bealzebubblin' torporpot of debts one's gotta pay.....
.it's the clownish waifling's trapdoor tappin' two-horse-gaited shay.......
and
if you run across it
it'll love you... anyway.........