The Feast

Part VI: (The Feast)

Upon the altar,
Many strange things were spoken.
All of the stories.

Spades had run away,
Taking with him poor old Pens,
Still frozen as cats

Cats was not happy,
The emus had attacked him twice.
He griped the whole day.

On his search for spades,
The PręñīfÆldîþsŒŔķ lunged
Disturbing him so.

Cats, in his anger,
Calmly asked him to stop, the
PręñīfÆldîþsŒŔķ

In his Fury, the
PręñīfÆldîþsŒŔķ asked him
If He’d like some help

Cats said yes, He would
And so It was decided –
The Twosome went off

PręñīfÆldîþsŒŔķ
And Cats were powerful, but
They needed Emus.

Cats proposed a plan,
PręñīfÆldîþsŒŔķ agreed –
Ambushing emus!

They struck up their camp,
Which took a very long time –
and waited 'till dawn.

At long last, dawn came!
But no emus within sight –
Somebody told them

Treason! Felony!
PręñīfÆldîþsŒŔķ and Cats
Could not think of who

But then, at last they
Realized the awful truth, but
Nice at the same time

The water had told,
‘cause it wanted the emus
To go to the zoo

It wanted them to
Meet Bígh Brüûr, so that they could
Disembowel them all

Now the twosome cursed –
‘Til they thought it was no use –
For, as they both said,

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre