• Published 27th Feb 2017
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The Spike Poem Anthology II - Zephyr Spark



Spike writes poems about his life with Twilight and his friends, hoping to meet a mysterious poem writer through his own poetry writing.

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Taking Things too Literally Once Again

You shine so bright.
You should probably see a doctor.

Hours passed
They passed me on the way to the grocery store and totally cut in front of me in line.

He’s a broken record
If only I could put in a different disc and just finish the song.

She is a star
She refuses to turn off the lights and sleep when it’s night.

That’s the way the cookie crumbles
When you smash it to the ground.

He is the king of the jungle.
Until the people overthrew him and instituted a democracy.

He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Hey, if that makes him happy, who am I to judge?

That movie was not worth my while.
My while is about thirty bits and that movie’s while was five bits at best.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day
The day must have taken pity on that clock and decided to give out participation awards.

When he asked her out, she shot him down.
With a shotgun. Guys don't ask her out anymore.

I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.
I’m sorry Fluttershy. I don’t know how they got there. I swear I didn’t eat them.

I lost my train of thought.
It flew off the tracks, crashed into a mountain, and exploded. I’ve got to wait for the ten o’clock train now.

He got into the conversation
Between the “stop” and the “eavesdropping.” Now he lives there with a steady job and a wife and three kids.

Less is more
He is more interesting than most people I know.

Curiosity killed the cat.
She’s being tried for animal abuse.

You’re pulling my leg.
Please let go. I need that to walk.

The roller coaster of emotions
Broke down and is undergoing repairs.
Doesn’t matter anyways, I’m too short to ride it.

I hit the nail on the head.
It cried. Its parents came and beat me up for roughhousing.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Well, that food’s burnt.

Your words are crystal clear.
They shine really bright but I can see right through them.
I’m a dragon and I don’t want to eat these crystals.

When life gives you lemons,
That’s communism. Otherwise, they’ll expect you to make lemonade and then life will sell off your lemonade for her own profit and give you less than 5% of the earnings. You really shouldn’t have started a lemonade stand with life.

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