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In the town of New Filly, there once stood a house,
Though its stature was more of a hou or an ouse.
For the little old home wasn’t very complete;
Not a half of its self could it boast was replete.
On the Street of Halfway, all alone did it sit,
And the stallion that owned it could only admit:
It had only three walls that wrapped halfway around,
And on only one part was a broken roof found.
His living room sat in the plainest of sight
Of those who so chose to pass it at night.
His bedroom was lofted a single floor high;
It gave him a view of the wonderful sky.
On the wall t’ward the middle, there rested a clock.
With a count of six numbers, it’d tick, but not tock.
A bed halfway built, in the corner so snug,
Sat halfway unmade on a threadbare shag rug.
Quite chilly’s the kitchen, as cold as dry ice;
Having half of a fridge really paid its own price.
Finding the bathroom was no simple task.
And trying to use it... just don’t even ask.
But regardless of these did the stallion now tread
Up the street named Halfway, t’ward his little homestead.
To the sun overhead had the stallion been gazing
But then with a start did he wake from his fazing.
"It is nearly that time," did he say ‘fore, "methinks.
I should jump into bed, so to get twenty winks.”
Off the halfway-built road did the stallion then hop
T’ward his halfway-built door, where he came to a stop.
He lifted the mat, that which only said ‘-come,’
And he fitted the key, and he entered his home.
Of the stairs in his ouse, every other he climbed.
As he entered his room, half past noon the clock chimed.
He looked in the mirror, cut straight down the middle,
At his mane—black and white—as it sat all a-twiddle.
He glanced at his coat and its colors so true:
The strongest of hues of steel grey and dark blue.
And closer he looked, beneath eyes blue and green,
At the bags that could surely from Heaven be seen.
“Oh, what work I have had in the morn’ of this day!
The rest of this light I shall sleep half away!"
So onto his bedding the stallion then rolled.
He looked at the sun—who looked back, twice as bold.
A face did he make, such a terrible pout,
He yelled at the sun, "Would you turn your light out!?"
But the sun—as it was—gave him not a reply;
It just sat as it did in its spot in the sky.
With a very loud grumble and audible huff,
The stallion rolled over, had had quite enough.
Half of a bed, at his side was it not.
And a hole in his heart quickly grew at the thought.
A mare full of love was all he did want,
And for all of his own to so act as a font.
But with half of a sigh, to half slumber he fell.
How exactly he did so, one couldn’t quite tell.
The dreams that he had were no more than half dreamt;
For just half a day did he have to preempt.
Quite quickly did pass the day into night,
And into the dawn of the next daily light.
He woke in the morn’ to a wonderful day.
He woke once again to just work it halfway.
He brushed half his teeth, and he gave half a grin.
Out the door, down the road, did his day then begin.
The sky was bright blue, and the birds were a-chatter.
"This day is so fine! There is nothing the matter!"
In the field to his left, many foals were at play.
But a sight caught his eye, and he stopped... all the way.
Among all the foals who were running around
Stood a mare beyond fair with such beauty abound.
All the shades of pure gold, her coat truly seemed;
Her most violet eyes, in the sun, fully gleamed.
His breath did he hold, knowing not what to do.
For where had she come from? He had not a clue.
He thought of his bed, then the hole in his heart.
And then with a stroll, t’ward the mare did he start.
As he crossed the green field did he feel very meek,
But courage returned, and it bid him to speak.
"Good morn’ there, fair maiden, may I have a word?
Please allow me to speak, and don’t think me absurd."
To this did the mare shyly glance up his way.
By the beauty she held did he lose what to say.
While lost in a trance did he give her a smile—
So toothy and silly. He stood there awhile.
Shaking his head brought him out of her spell.
He spoke from the heart, and he spoke very well.
“A form ne’er so graceful, nor such beauty so rare.
That straight from my chest, my half-heart did they snare.
And there on from yours, do I wholly desire,
To entwine you with love, your sweet heart to acquire.
How now, my fair maid, I must hear what you’ll say
May I ask of your heart only once for today?"
His little heart pittered right out of his chest,
But hers was not so—barely pattered at best.
She glanced at his coat and from there to his mane.
And then at his eyes with a look of disdain.
"What happened to you?" did the mare try inquire.
“Many years has it been since that look did expire.”
"I know not what you mean," disconcerted, he said.
At his curls she then pointed, on top of his head.
"You’ve a mane of some black, and there’s also some white.
I must ask as to how you can sleep so at night.
Your coat is so wacky: dark blue and steel grey!
Don’t you see how it drives everypony away?
I don’t want to sound rude, not the slightest bit mean.
But it is pretty funny, just one eye of green.
I am sorry, sir stallion, you’ve spoken your word.
I’ve allowed you to speak, and I think you absurd."
With not but a smile did she turn on a whim,
Dashed his high hopes, made his chances more slim.
He returned to his ouse with hot fumes from his ears.
It drove him quite mad, nearly drove him to tears!
"Absurd and so silly is what she called me!
I’ll change how I look! That’ll show her! She’ll see!”
He ran to the store, and he bought himself paint;
At such brilliant, deep crimson the mare would sure faint.
All his mane did he dye to the sleekest of black;
A masterful plan, quite immune to all flak.
The optometrist sold him but one, single lens
That was colored bright green, so to match the last trends.
Into his mirror, the stallion did glance.
"Now will I be rejected? Ha! Not a chance!"
He went to the field, then, to find her again;
Boldly he ‘proached, and he gave her a grin.
"Good morn’ there, fair maiden, may I have a word?
Please allow me to speak, and don’t think me absurd.
My hair is all black. It is no more half white.
It is no more a threat in the middle of night.
My coat is not wacky, not blue and not grey.
It will no longer drive anypony away.
I don’t think you rude, nor the slightest bit mean.
For not a bit funny are two eyes of green.
How now, my fair maid, I must hear what you’ll say
May I ask of your heart only once more today?"
The beautiful mare then, after a glance,
Said, “Alright, good sir, I will give you a chance."
His face, in a whirl, by a grin was it swept,
But calm did he stay; his composure he kept.
"My house is just there; it is not a great hike.
It is quite a fine place that I think you will like."
Up the street named Halfway soon the pair of them strode,
T’ward the halfway-built ouse—t’ward his humble abode.
After crossing the yard did he open his door,
But she gave him a look, as if hoping for more.
"Oh my, mister stallion, you call this a house?
For its stature is more of a hou or an ouse.
Only three walls around is your little homestead,
And to only one part is a roof overhead.
Your living room here—it is right in plain view
Of the street that you’re on... quite a problem to few.
Your bedroom does hang just one floor above.
It’s too close to death with just one simple shove.
If I lived in this place would my work come a-knocking.
For I would not wake to a clock that’s not tocking.
Your bed, as it seems, is a scare, I confess.
Halfway built, halfway made, it is quite a fine mess.
Your kitchen is cold. It chills right to the bone!
Not half of a fridge could I possibly own.
The bathroom is hidden. It is, try to find!
The thought of its use... nevermind.
I am sorry, sir stallion, you’ve spoken your word.
I’ve allowed you to speak, and I think you absurd."
She turned then to leave as she bid him good day.
But try as he might, he had nothing to say.
He sat there in thought. He began then to stew.
A lightbulb went off, and he knew what to do.
He set straight to work. He worked in a flurry.
He worked with much speed. He was in quite a hurry.
In all of his haste did he make lots of noise,
But when he was finished, he stood with great poise.
Unto his home did the stallion then glance.
"Now will I be rejected? Ha! Not a chance!"
He went to the field, then, to find her again;
Boldly he ‘proached, and he gave her a grin.
"Good morn’ there, fair maiden, may I have a word?
Please allow me to speak, and don’t think me absurd.
Not an hour ago did I show you my house
Whose stature you said was a hou or an ouse.
Come here, then, with me and just turn your fair head.
With a look you shall see there’s a roof overhead.
My living room, there, that was once in plain view,
Who can see from the street? Could you please name a few?
My bedroom that sits still just one floor above
Is now safe for a mare from your one simple shove.
No longer would work anymore come a-knocking.
For my clock it did tick, and is now also tocking.
A scare, did you say was my bed? Please confess!
Fully built, fully made, it’s no longer a mess.
My kitchen that chilled all the way to the bone,
No more and no less of one fridge does it own.
My bathroom that hid—that was so hard to find—
All your queries on usage, do pay them no mind!
How now, my fair maid, I must hear what you’ll say.
May I ask of your heart only once more today?"
The beautiful mare then, after a glance,
Said, “Alright, good sir, I will give you a chance."
A wonderful day did they spend in the town,
But all of the while did the mare wear a frown.
"Wha-What is the matter?" he stammered, aghast,
With a look on his face of pure flabbergast.
“I am sorry, sir stallion, but all I can say
Is something’s still wrong. For an answer I pray.
You have changed how you look, and your house is now true,
But what you’ve become is just not at all you."
A quiet apology ‘scaped the fair mare,
And the stallion sat stunned, so full of despair.
He stumbled on home to his fully-built house
And then changed it all back to a hou, or an ouse.
He washed all the black right out of his mane.
Then all of the crimson from out of his frame.
He removed the green lens and bid symmetry well,
And then with a sigh, in depression he fell.
He went for a walk in the mid of the day,
And during his walk, by the field did he stray.
"Oh my, mister stallion, are you not alright?
That look on your face, it does give such a fright!"
He raised up his head, and he saw the fair mare
With a sorrowful guilt that he simply must share.
"I am sorry, fair maiden, for wasting your time.
I see I’m no good... and to try was a crime."
He lowered his head and walked gloomily by.
At such sadness so great, she nearly did cry.
“All that you did did you do to express
All the feelings you felt—you but tried to impress.
With you nothing’s wrong. There is not a thing silly.
But the age that I’ve acted was that of a filly.
After all of this time can it plainly be seen,
Not you, it was I! The absurd one was me."
With sorrow and sadness, she looked to the ground,
Then slowly her eyes, up to his, came around.
Shyly, a smile then formed on her face,
And after the smile did a laugh give it chase.
"Now do I know that this isn’t your fault,
And strongly do I all persistence exalt.
How now, mister stallion, I ask what you’ll say.
May I myself try, then, just once now today?"
The rest of that day, until the sun set,
They laughed and they played, like a couple long met.
He acted himself, no façade did he play,
And with not but a smile, at his side did she stay.
And then on from hers, as he wholly desired,
He entwined her with love. Her sweet heart he acquired.
His halfway-built home is still there on that street.
It’s a hou meant for two, and his house is complete.
~ Corejo
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I actually read this a little while ago, but I missed the chance of using this:
Image: http://images.zap2it.com/images/tv-EP00003565/reading-rainbow-2.jpgSorry about that, there you go 
Great story btw 
-Glassed
I like your story! Very interesting slice of life within continuty, character's um... characters and behaviors are correct, story overall is facionating. Keep the good work!
alright, I avoided this at first because it was a one-shot. I find that that was a horrible mistake. This was an excellent read, I enjoyed it very much. I hope you continue doing what you do, unfortunately all I can offer is a thumb and some words of encouragement. I hope they will be enough.
What is it? ç?
Great story. I say 6 out of 5. The storyline was fantastic, the concept awesome, and the story in the story was just a joy. When I first read it (which I haven't reread it yet) the ending was confusing, but this should be cleared up with the edit. All in all worthy to be read over and over.
This is magnificent in more ways then one
Fo rbefore even reading only half it's quite well done
Now I feel I should stop talking in rhyme
for truly I've not a desire to waist any time 
Okay, now that's out of my system.
this is amazing. Doctor S. amazing, it sounds like something he would write! The poem is amazing and I've read it a good few times, thank you for a wonderful little story/poem/ whatever it is.
This is a wonderful story--and, actually, the very first MLP fanfic I read, back when it got featured on EqD. Seeing as I've spent way too much time on this site since then, and just made an account to post a fic of my own, I felt like I should take the time to thank you for writing such a great introduction to the creative aspect of the fandom (which, to me, is a huge part of what makes the show special).
Also--really well done on the verse. Like a lot of people (it would seem) I had totally thought it was a spoof of an existing Shel Silverstein poem instead of an original composition. Characterization too, is spot on.
(I'm sorry, I'm looking back on this and it just seems really dry, when I kind of want to gush but without being creepy. This fic really is kind of wonderful and charming and played a big role in winning my heart for the fandom, so thanks.)
Daaaaaw. I heard about this from Bronyville and came right to it, but i think they pimped the story just a little too much. Don't get me wrong, I liked it, but i was expecting it to tug on my emotions a little more. Play me like an instrument. It's just two ponies with two completely different personalities relating on one of the few things that ties them both together. It has room for improvement.
Hi all here is the read through it did of this sweet story enjoy cozz i did
Niiiice real nice, you know, I found the cover image in a group of Facebook, and I freaked out (not literally) because I knew there had to be a fic of that image, I asked but nobody ever answered, and I luckily ran into this fic and read it right away!
I can't find any mistakes, though I got confused at some words or expressions, not even a english-spanish translator gave me a good answer to clear my doubts (yes, I'm spanish, but not from Europe).
But that aside, that poem, I can't find any word to describe how great it was! (and I'm not putting an emoticon, because I don't think it fits).
I have wrote some poems but that was just out of leisure.
A little story, but you know what they say, "the good things come in small packages".
Wow just wow, and the fact that YOU wrote that poem-story makes me go wow-er (haha).
I don't find anything wrong here, it's almost just plain dialogue, which doesn't have much problem with time lapse or events, so I find it rather flawless.
I loved the poem too, it is hard to picture a pony that is physically half one way and half another though, but great.
I have nothing else to say so I want to tell you how i got here: There was a picture I found of Facebook which is exactly the cover image for this story, I asked around in the Facebook's page where I found the picture but I had no reply, so eventually I forgot to keep searching.
Sometime later I was looking for fanfics to read and I ran into this, as soon as I watched the cover I began reading, and I have no regrets.
Again, awesome fanfic.
Nothing says I can't copy-paste my comment from EQD, I guess. You're more likely to read it here anyway.
I listened to AdventureFlame's reading of this, and I found it absolutely dreary and a chore to get through, despite not being the one reading it.
This story feels like an excuse to get the story within published, like you'd written it, couldn't get it submitted, and so threw on a boring and pointless framing story to pad it out. And I do mean pointless; what's going on here? Twilight's hurt, Rainbow reads her a story, they comment on the story, Twilight falls asleep. The end. That's it. Nothing happens.
Worse, you didn't even make the story within the story relevant to anything. By itself, it just comes off as subpar poetry (and not Shel Silverstein in any way, shape or form) with a fairly trite plot.
I came into this looking for some kind of bonding between Twilight and Rainbow. Instead, I found myself muttering, "Get on with it," as pages of poetry rolled inexorably by. I am most definitely not reading the sequel. And why is this tagged comedy? There's nothing even remotely funny about it. In all, a dull chore of a story.
I've been at a con for two days and haven't had a chance to reply.
Let's start this over.
Hi. I read your story by listening to a reading on YouTube. It did not appeal to me, but it seems I'm in the minority here. Thought you might want to hear a dissenting opinion. Have a nice day.
That was really interesting. It was a simple story within a story that was fun and involving. It was amusing, but not exactly what I call funny. The "epilogue" of Dash returning home and experiencing the night felt really pointless, I'd rather she'd have something more directly learned from Twilight as opposed to simply noticing the world. Thumbs up. =]
I'm sensing far too much elitism here. But, Corejo doesn't need defending, he handled that quite well himself and all seems resolved. Aurora, the armchair Batman, AWAY!
Before I go though, this is absolutely darling. I don't know why I didn't read this earlier. It's just absolutely adorable to have the least literary-inclined of the group doing a month's worth of reading to the 'egghead'. It's a gesture both meaningful and clumsy that really adds into their characterization. I am very pleased with Reading Rainbow, Corejo. Thank you for sharing your vision with us, so that it might touch upon our days. After all, that is what a true story is, if it is to be called a story - rather than some hard-pressed text held to draconian standard. Color me warmly and I will read this a second time.
This, sir, is one of the best and... dare I say it, sweetest things I've ever read. I can find no fault in it. Both the rational and emotional parts of my mind were utterly soothed by your story. Every character was spot-on, the language was smooth and engaging, and the poem... I was wondering if it was an adaptation from some other work, but you say you wrote it yourself. It's truly a thing of beauty. Talent, sir. You have it.
Liked. Favourited.
Normally I don't like rhyming poetry.
This one was really good.
I can't really talk about the meter or whatever other people are talking about because it's really not my style of writing. I just want you to know that I like what you wrote, both the poetry and the prose, and hope you write more things in the future. ^^
This was really sweet. The meter of the poem was a little strained at times, but of course, you lampshaded it well. And, I might add, a damn sight better than I could do. Other than that, though, you've done Rainbow a whole lot of justice here, and I really enjoyed reading your take. Thanks for sharing!
If I had to say (and I confess that I must),
My expectations for this were in line for a bust.
But upon upon reading, I found to my surprise,
That my first impression was but doubt and lies.
This story was funny, with friendship and growth,
And I find that, of the characters, both
Were perfectly shown, every nuance was clear,
And I swear as I read their voices I could hear.
So, without further ado or bad rhymes,
Congratulations, and know that your writing's sublime.
Image: http://img.neoseeker.com/mgv/574321/321/46/mlfw2604luna_saw_what_you_did_there_display.jpg
I love this poem. It reminds me of a lesson one of my co-workers told me;
"If someone doesn't like you for being your own, unique self, their idea of fun probably consists of something like watching mud dry. Then you tell them to go fuck themselves, since nobody else ever will, and ride away on that badass scorpion thing you take care of."
Simon is simultaneously poetic and whatever is the opposite of poetic.
Beautiful Story you have written here
And all the riddles are fine my dear
But me as a German may not quite understand
Why you stopped the story with such an short End
To say clear I really liked this Story although it was very hard to read for me at first.
Love the way you described the characters, totally real. :D
Will for sure take a look at your other Fanfics.
Hey there!
I have a little announcement for everybody, who loves listening mlp fanfictions! I'm currently developing a site, the goal of which is to make a full catalog of youtube readings, with an easy rate, search and awesome functionality :P. I really-really hope that this project will be useful for lots of people and will help to spread all of these amazing readings :)
So, if you are interested - you are welcome! Good luck!
Here is the adress: fanficreadings.byethost3.com
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