Oh Faust, what have thou douse upon me? Dreaming of such a land of make believe.
I hinder the thought it cometh to light. They seek my legion with them, yet I say, 'neigh'.
Recreant, I am. Though my soul cries out, 'A PONY! A PONY! MY DIGNITY FOR A PONY!'
Yearn instincts to compete prismatic's tenacity. Heart gives way to timid soul's rejoice.
Share apples with the voice of the south. Receive grace by the presence for beauty.
Merrily banter with maiden of curls. Witness feats from doyen of sorcery.
What is this for I have seen? Poison? Nectar? Slop? Custard?
Torn between society and pleasure. Doest liking no longer brand me a man?
To lure daughters of Eve, 'tis intent. Yet holds the likes of me captive, why?
Haunting assailant, what right gives thou to judge?
Take my shame and skew'r mine core.
For I am, a Brony.
All right, a final opinion on this entire stew of bits?
A bit too scatterbrained. There were good ideas here that were simply ended too soon. The ones that weren't? Emoji amazingness and this poem. I also think the 'Pain in the-' might count, but only because the word count is part of the joke. Those were definitely worth the read and had imagination in their size.
The rest? All just too short. They are like little snapshots in the mind of a reader, there, and then gone - forgotten. Poof.
Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed my read, but I was left with a sensation of 'this could be a lot better'. There could be so much more setup, complexity, intrigue - as it is there’s not much character. (Exception: the conversation and the pie. That had personality). Upvote for creativity, though.
-GM, master of using 150 words.