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

with an armored dilldough....
one can't but wonder...'Where'd the grill go..
....and the mangoes, pits'n'all...'?
....ach...not another feckled Fall...
.the prime's been pumped...against the wall....
the troutspores ripe for breeding....
the wiffle's not a cannonball...
and
lurklogs need reseeding...
I said I'd leave...it seems I lied....
.....ran......
didn't find a place to hide......
....I could puke...the train's forsook
the dumpling blossoms on the track...
friable tuckers wail the lack
of mortals who could take a whack.......
at the haves and quarters, thirds....
that bleed the trysting dry of words.....