Poetry Is Magic

by Peace Poet

Haytona 500 (song) featuring HOOF-STARR

Hyper Active: (raps)

Wake to the early risers
Advisors doing more than supervisors
As the bosses look up at the sunrise
They know that later on will be black skies

When they start work, it'll be hard
Like winning a Royal Flush with extra cards
Hype's gonna be DY-NO-MITE!!!
All other workers be keeping their P's and Q's tight

Nevertheless, they make bits
While HOOF-STARR keeps making hit
Peace Poet got that poetic flow
If you don't know, now you know

Rainbow Dash is getting ready for a race
So is Spitfire, and they both have that rapid pace
Lightning Dust is that ace that wanna win, no matter what
Victory is her lunch in her gut.

Peace Poet: (raps)
No doubt, Hype, and the race just started
But who'll have the best strategy over the outsmarted?
Two hundred laps, millions of flaps
Crew chiefs being the God's of the maps

Dust starts to bump every pony
Even her own mama, and her mama called her a phony
Three laps to go, Dust bumps Spitfire as she spins out
Falls on the ground, Spitfire glares at Dust breaking through clouds

Dust goes after Dash, as her crew chief said
"HIT IT!!", and Dash went full speed ahead
But Dust drafts right behind her
Until Dust hit a duck in her way, even scratched some of her fur

One lap to go, and Dash was thirty ponies ahead
Dust yells from behind her, "YOU'RE DEAD!!!!"
But the blue Pegasus made one last zoom
And won with her famous Sonic Rainboom

More than sixteen, but Dash wins the race
As Mama Dust was whooping her girl at a rapid pace
But the Haytona 500 came to a close
As Applejack gave Dash an apple like it was a winning rose.

Author's Note:

Here's a new poem/song. This was kind of based on the song Daytona 500 by Ghostface Killa of the Wu-Tang Clan. I hope you like it. Until the next poem, Deuce!