No, Twilight was not pleased that day
When she was told she could not stay
But, rather, she must go away
And try to make a friend.
A flight to Ponyville was done
As they prepared for Summer Sun;
So, round the ponies, one by one
To see who would attend.
The first that she encountered there
Was Pinkie Pie, whose sudden stare
And gasp, as though she'd had a scare
Drove Twilight round the bend.
Next, Applejack, with country charm
Bid her a welcome to her farm:
Persuaded her there was no harm
In eating to distend.
And so the day wore on: Rainbow,
Then Rarity (she stole the show)
Last, gentle Fluttershy: who'd know?
Young Spike she did befriend.
Came evening: ponies filled their hall
To see the one who ruled them all...
Her absence therefore did appal.
What ills did it portend?
A jet-black pony now appeared
And Twilight knew and Twilight feared:
Into her soul the shade's words seared:
This night would never end!
Hey, I remember you! This thing, this thing you're doing here, I like it lotses! Good rhymes! Nice flow. Doesn't feel too forced. Lots of ponies' poems feel forced. So good on you. Anyway, any which way, any, all, whatever way, have fun! Catch you 'round, Lo-berry-ie!