The Spoof

Part XII (The Spoof)

Securing the packs
Required such things as skill –
And telepathy

Báäâåk was all the way,
Helping the poor emus keep
Themselves from splurging

On the Corn of Køôöórn,
The Emus lay down to rest –
They were soon disturbed

The Great Disturber
Is truly capable of –
Many certain things

You should fear him so,
For he will not forgive you –
Do not even try.

“Clump clump” goes the Wind
On darkened Saturday nights –
Or maybe Thursday

When Awakening,
The Emus shall have baths, with
Financial support

Venture Cap't'lists –
In all their morbid glory,
Can do them no harm

They are trusted men,
Who cannot steer you astray –
Unless you seek luck

All that they shall say,
And everything they shall do,
Is documented

Then they saw the moose,
The moose, great spewing antlers –
Nearly to a point!

But this was no moose,
This was Pright, the nephew –
Who has flown for sage

The emus all said,
Nephew, why you’s gone an’ flown!
You should know be’er

Now nephew, pright, said:
I flew for the sake of Sawn –
Whom I do not know

The Emus all said,
It’s ours duty – getting’ you,
S’we has’a do it

The Emus all charged
Through the Surreptitious lads –
And they all did say:

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It's mediocre