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."