I Want This Cyclops

Two French sisters on a DC-10 Sped from Dallas. Just imagine them: Peppering their respected speeches with Commas and cupids And I-Don't-Wanna's, I-Don't-Think-So's. It snows here in Sasquatch Country Where the criminal element runs free. Two singular eyes spied them, A cyclops second goes by them, When, upon their arrival, they say (In a dispirited-but-comely way), "I want this cyclops." Two French sisters on a DC-10 Sped from Dallas. Just imagine them: Peppering their respected speeches with Commas and cupids And I-Don't-Wanna's, I-Don't-Think-So's slow. It's slow here in Sasquatch Country Where the criminal element runs free. One singular eye spies them, A sloppy second goes by them, When, upon their arrival, they say (In a dispirited-but-comely way), "I want this cyclops."