The Plunge

Here is "the Plunge", the fourth part of the Pincushion:

Part IV: (The Plunge)

With the Desert Past,
The Emus got Sick and they coughed
Onto their New shoes

Those Shoes they had got
From the Old Relinquished Blob;
Who gave them the Key

They Sold all their Fruit
For the Key and for the Shoes
They Wore on their Feet

Little did They Know;
The Shoes were made out of Glass –
And soon They would break

The key was stronger,
Then all those fragile glass shoes
But it is no use

The shoes are broken,
The key will open nothing,
And yet they trudge on.

Determination
Is one thing the Emus have,
It’s their only tool.

For Pens took all else,
In a giant fit of rage,
Her power is great.

Now they get Enraged
And Also, They Get Enlarged
By their Shoeless Feet

They want revenge, on
The Kind old relinquished blob
Who made Them bad shoes

But then, as they leap
The Kind old relinquished Blob
Appears Before Them.

He Says, I made you
Bad shoes, Because I Despise
You and your Chickens

Always the squawking,
And the chickens are much worse.
The blob had a point.

But the Emus said:
We do not mean any harm!
And they trampled him.

Now on with their quest!
On to the next adventure!
Plunging down mountains.

But just as they go,
They remembered the sentence,
As they plunged, they yelled:

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa.
It’s mediocre.