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

of the tartlettes...
luciferous when considering indemnities..
scrimping on marginal tie-offs
with a wiggle-wiggle woggle
and a tiggle-tiggle toggle...
in a closet full of brooms
and a linkage of persuasions
as a belt made from frayed ribbons
and some fossicated blooms
resurrected on occasions
when the macaques, clothed as gibbons,
bring their wares to busk as buy-offs
the road narrows, encroached upon by solemnities,
lots more tartlettes....