The Curse

It has happened.

A series of 289 haikus, divided into seventeen parts of seventeen haikus, and called "the Pincusion" has been completed by Benjy and his mysterious friend, Ostrapolaan, wrote the Pincushion as a way to escape from Içkçhåçhêfø, a small kingdom in the middle of the Atlantic, and to have a fun time.

It is not known where Benjy and Ostrapolaan met, but it is rumored that they met in the World, a small pub that was blown up by the Communists, and that they were introduced to each other by the World, who is still currently visiting the state of Mourning.

The Pincushion will be released one part at a time, every day from October 15 to October 31, and during this time, no other articles on Foghorn will be released, and in fact, the Elephant-Lemming A.S.S. debate, which was supposed to happen some time this month, has been postponed to November.

Here is the first part of the Pincushion, entitled "the Curse":

The Pincushion:

(Written by former accomplices Benjamin Boyajian and Benjamin Lovy)

Description: (A collection of two Hundred eighty-nine haikus, dived into Seventeen sets of Seventeen Haikus, about the Tale of Seventeen Emus, named Billy, Bob, Joe, Moe, Carrots, Frieda, Hank, Sharp, Smith, Luke, Zig, Zyg, Zenny, Jennifer, Sausagehead, Muffinlegs, and Al, A Mouse which Happens to be a Contortionist, a Colony of Fleas Which live on Spades the Dog and are Led by Pens, the Great Warrior-Healer Flea, and…um, that’s All)

Part I: (The Curse):

Seventeen emus
Will never be connected –
Neither shall They Sleep

The Emus should Fail
In their everyday Tasks –
It is but their Fate

But, then again, Wait –
The Contortionist Mouse will
Steal their Dogs and Cats

The Cats and Dogs Wail
About Nonexistent Clocks –
That Swim in the Air

Nonexistent Clocks
Should not be Ticking at All –
Dispose of it Now?

All, the Place of Pens –
A pen in the Mouse’s Mouth
Choking it to Death

Pens will never Walk;
But She is amiable –
A queer little Chap

Pens, the King of Spades
Hovers above the wet ground –
Wettened by my Cat

Spades, the Musty Dog –
He’s a Colony of Fleas
This is Ruled by Pens

Spades’ Fleas’ Spades are Sharp;
Just like the Eyes of Emus –
Which see in the Light

The Emus all March;
Slowly, Through the Corridors –
They’re Destined to Flail

They’re Straining to See
The Truth about Life and Clothes;
And All, of the Pens

For Now Comes the Truth;
The Emus are Spying Pens
Riding on the Dog

Now they Confront Pens;
They Say: We Knowst Where Thou Art
And Pens Froze like Juice

In her frozen state,
She ordered the Emus out
But to no avail.

They just stayed and Talked
‘Bout Life and Maple Syrup –
And their eyebrows said:

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre