Ode to Derpy · 3:43am Feb 10th, 2013
Gather round and I'll tell the tale
To all you you who'll listen
Of our beloved grey mail-mare
And her curious twisted vision.
An artist with the light yet green
Thought he'd have himself a laugh;
While cleaning up he chanced upon
A mistake that he let pass.
On his own, he'd n'er have guessed
As to what he'd given rise,
But the crowd had seen and given cheer
To the mare with crooked eyes.
A favorite first, this blonde, winged horse
Roused much prate and banter,
But rumors spread as wildfire,
And she was soon mistook for slander.
A mistake this was, and though
We hadn't had her for so long,
It soon was heard that our dear
Very well may soon be gone.
Rages burned and letters flew
So those atop might hear our cry,
And then at last, we heard confirmed
That we had saved the eye!
Then on the air of the Roundup Last,
May the day live forever in fame,
Beyond belief they'd heard our call,
And our champion had a name!
Such was not the end,
And we all did rejoice,
When soon we learned, that to boot,
They had given her a voice!
But short lived, we soon found,
Was our cause for celebration--
Our beloved and dear had been made victim
Of the most severe adulteration.
And once more it soon was heard
that she may yet be taken 'way,
And though not true, we all despair
That the taint is here to stay.
Yay, poem! Due to the way the site is set up, with the lower limit on word count for published stories, there doesn't seem to be a great deal of poetry here (except for the intimidatingly ambitious Six Deeds of Harmony). Great to see this breath of fresh air.
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Wow.
And I thought I was ambitious.
Well, anyway, that chapter should be waiting for you for whenever you get around to it. I had to shape it up some first as to make it not totally embarrassing.