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

the corner of Blarr and Tremolo....
repatricider, hard, did flow...

the winkmaids come...the winkmaids go...
at the corner of Blarr and Tremolo....

was on a drowdy evening
the boisterfullians... kreening, round...
did chance to go....evapor'd, slow...
no trace of them's ever been found...

the winkmaids come...the winkmaids go
at the corner of Blarr and Tremolo....

is said two footpads
can be heard...
treading, flightless...
...and a third
of all whose zephyristic words
shall meet their
feathered, lichened birds
of every stripe and dot and whorl....
pick up a shelldram...
find a pearl...
of wiserdom...and gymcracked flank...
and
take it to a river's bank
shall evanesce by evening's shank.....

the winkmaids come....the winkmaids go...
at the corner of Blarr and Tremolo...