I Want This Cyclops

Two French sisters on a DC-10 sped from Dallas. Just imagine them: peppering their respective speeches with commas and cupids and I-Don't-Wannas, I-Don't-Think-Sos. 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-Wannas, I-Don't-Think-Sos. It's slow here in Sasquatch Country where the criminal element runs free. One singular eyes spies them, a sloppy second goes by them, When, upon their arrival, they say (in a dispirited-but-comely way), "I want this cyclops."