The Mouse

Here is "the Mouse", the second part of the Pincushion:

Part II: (The Mouse)

Pens’ Eyes were glued to
The Omnipresent Winking
That Comes from the Chair

The tissue crinkled
The bubble-wrap was snapping,
But Pens Found His wine

But then, Despite Fate,
There came a sharp Hissing Noise –
The Noise of the Mouse

It was so precise
Like “many” raspberry jams
That the Emus Wailed

The Contortionist Mouse
Had Come, Facing all the Fears
Of Losing his Steak

It was too Mellow
For the poor mouse to endure –
The Emus’ Whoopings

Now the Mouse Spoke:
You Have Behaved like a Fish –
Without His Bearings

And so furthermore,
You shall grow like an onion -
Pens will Bequeath Thee

Unless, of course, you
In Your high Exaltedness,
Undo your Great Crime

Ye shall speak This Phrase:
“M n’m s’not Joyv’snoys’n
Y’ sh’d nt kn’w th’t”

Speak This into the
H’low’d ‘l’tar ’f Pvequinkr
To Unfreeze poor Pens

If you fail this task
Go drown in the Skagerrak!
And “good” riddiance

You Must do this Now,
For time is Running out, of
The Forests of Spades

If spades goes away
You shall consume his marshes
With your golden tongues

The Emus Stared at
One Another, and the Sky –
And They Knew Their Fate

Then the Emus said
Their Own much exalted phrase –
Which they Chanted now:

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre