The Jog

Part VIII (The Jog)

Pens is now abroad.
Gigantic open turnpikes.
For her to wander.

Worrying emus,
On a frantic search for Pens,
Stop to eat flapjacks.

Not any flapjacks -
will satisfy these Emus
Only Splorkerkephp®

After flapjack time,
The Emus rest for the night.
Tomorrow, they romp.

Now they day dawns bright;
Bright as the Gray Beagle’s flesh –
Brightened by the night

Now the emus see
The gray beagle, pruning his
Orange-golden fur

The emus ask him,
Do you know where we could find
Our good old friend Pens?

The Beagle moaned
And then his face turned somber –
Like an orange fish

But then, there came Pens;
Pens, the Warrior-Healer –
He strode gallantly.

Saving the beagle,
He spoke this to the Emus:
What you been up to?!?!?

Emus were speechless.
Not one among them shifted.
Pens was their friend, right?

Pens was furious
But refused to tell why
Until he said this:

You have not been keen
On completing your great task
To unfreeze me, Pens

You must stay focused
You’ve been dilly-dallying –
That is your great crime

I must come with you;
To keep you staying on my task –
You’re destined to flail

All the emus Gazed
Ironically at the sky
‘Til they Fin’ly said:

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It's mediocre