Ask Her That Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

and she'd have to tell you where.... and how..
.and in what she was steeped....
where she was shrink-wrapped
and
shredded whole...
and
patched the stuff
into a semblance of culpable breading....
.where she chased a white fawn...(no, no rabbits....)
and found verdigris prints....seven-toed..
.a malleable mockery and a wagging scally, shivering
and carrying
on
about
some sort of snapping dragoon...tri-cornered
and braying for a fluffier frock.......beaded, no less.....glinting....tiny-eyed....
......but I digress....

yeah...
the story would be
one
for the ribbed cages..
.the smile of a peccary with a yawning portfolio....
there they
are now.....
see...over there...
......but I digress...........