It's a collection / Of many different poems / All about ponies.
A collection of poems about ponies.
Each chapter is a poem that stands on its own. They're really all just together for convenience (and because there's that 1000 word rule here). More will be added as I write them (hence the "incomplete" tag).
Pink clouds formed over Ponyville. Chocolate rain, they prepared to spill. As Pinkie Pie looked up, she sighed. She grabbed a glass and went outside. As chocolate fell, she walked along, She knew she had to right this wrong. The rain came down, her glass filled up. She drank the chocolate from her cup. It tasted good, she'd not deny. But still she glared up at the sky. Though she drank again and again She did not even show a grin. And when she reached the chocolate's source She found it was Discord, of course.
When he saw her he was quite glad. For she too was a little mad. But his delight did not last long. For he soon saw something was wrong. “My dear Pinkie, your smile's waned. Do you not like my chocolate rain? Or my pink cotton candy clouds? I thought for sure they'd make you proud. Wait, I know what will make you beam. What this rain needs is some whipped cream!” And with a snap the cream was there But it did not stop Pinkie's glare. “No, I can see that is not it. Tell me, Pinkie, what's caused your fit.”
“Discord, my friend, what can I say? Though I could drink chocolate all day, Is this really all you can do? I had expected more from you. Here you are chaos incarnate. No one else has power so great. You can do the unthinkable. But you've become predictable. I love the rain, as you suspect, But it's become what we expect. You must do something that's brand new Lest we all lose respect for you.
"Turn green to blue and black to red. Use books to replace Twilight's bed. Turn AJ's barn into a cone. Glue Celestia to her throne. Make salt sweet and sugar sour. Change the season ev'ry hour. Give Fluttershy a pet dragon. Levitate Scootaloo's wagon. Change Rarity's dresses to suits And all her fancy shoes to boots. Turn Rainbow's colors all to pink. Or make some buildings grow and shrink. Make Everfree as bright as day, A place where happy monsters play. Turn the moon into cheddar cheese (I don't think Luna will be pleased). Do anything (that won't cause pain), But enough with the chocolate rain!”
“Pinkie, I fear you've misread me. I spread much chaos you don't see. Why just this morn in Canterlot Think of the surprise Celly got When she found that no palace door Did lead where it had lead before.”
“Then why, when you're in Ponyville, Is chocolate rain your only skill?”
“Pinkie, I do not make this rain To mess with anypony's brain. My actions have been misconstrued. Pinkie, I make it rain for you.”
Then smiling they met in a hug. And Discord summoned his own mug. He stroked his new fillyfriend's mane. And together they drank the rain.
If perchance a pessimistic personality has perplexed you, Provoking you to pout while in the pits, Then perhaps I may prescribe a panacea to your problems. It's no placebo and no pill. It's the perfect palliative. For your pains the piece you need's a pal. A particular pal named Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie's a peculiar pony, and the perfect pal. When she perceives your pungent pain, She'll produce a plan to pacify problems. Probably per a party. For Pinkie is a party pony-the premier of Ponyville. You'll partake in pie, play and parley With peaceable, propitious pals. After participating in a Pinkie party, I can Pinkie-promise You'll be permeated with a powerful pleasant perception. You'll be pleased and positive, your pains perished, your personality powerfully positive. Parties and pleasure plentifully proximate Pinkie Pie. So let's proceed to Pinkie Pie and the party powers you pine for. Presently, you will perceive that Povyville's professional party producer, Our pal, the puerile Pinkie Pie, is perfect pony.
Poor Spike, so often you're forgot. Your friends have fun, but you do not. While they're on their adventurous sprees, Twi leaves you home to clean the tree.
She's always got you shelving books. She does not see your annoyed looks When after your cleaning success, She goes and makes another mess.
You check the lists, you watch the pets. You cook, you clean, you work, you sweat. You write letters and send them out, As assistant you are devout.
Your loyalty is unsurpassed. (You'd make a real good Rainbow Dash.) Without you where would Twilight be? Well let us take a look and see.
You helped Twilight retrieve her crown. You helped her up when she got down. Without you she'd have failed her quest And one very important test.
The Crystal Heart, she had to find. But she found herself in a bind. And soon it was all up to you To give that evil king his due.
These things and more you've gladly done For the one who could call you “son.” But she is not the only one Who you have been helping a ton.
You helped save Rarity from dogs And AJ from some lupine logs. You played piano for Pinkie, And wrote Rainbow's biography.
You're not just a purple and green Pack animal or fax machine. No, Spike, my friend, if you ask me, You are, in fact, the best pony.
'Twas the darkest night you've never seen. Our nightmares had escaped our dreams. As we faced our terrors, we thought that we were done. And we feared we would not live to see the rising sun.
It seemed certain that we would fall. And that we soon would loose it all. When fear and darkness ruled the land, and ponies ran and hid, While they had given up all hope, what do you think I did?
I laughed.
I laughed like I never had before. My terrors stopped, and I laughed more. 'Twas then, amid the shadows' screams, That I had dared again to dream.
I laughed away my fears, The darkness, and my tears. I laughed until the dark turned light, My soul escaped that darkest night. And when I found that I'd been freed, I turned to help those sill in need.
I taught them how to laugh and grin To overcome the dark within. And as they did, the dark without Vanished while we pranced about. And soon the sun did rise again, And not just on the horizon.
I've still not stopped, and through the years I've conquered all my deepest fears. Now one last laugh, I soon will share, When Death himself comes for this mare.
Don't mourn for me, just laugh on. Spread smiles with a happy song. And when the shadows do draw nigh, Remember the laugh of your Granny Pie.