Mail Mares Can't Call In Sick :: Derpy Hooves :: Poem III

Downy lies the tired fay
Silken-born in soft dismay
As does end the tired day
She shan't see the sky

Cold the wind, so crisp with dew
She shall be the sea in lieu
Of the ocean's kiss of blue
May it bring some rest

As with many fillies now
As the tired Moon does bow
And the sun does peak her brow
Never did she sleep

Thoughts like spears in candied hooves
Wrack her mind while wake ensues
Another restless night to use
To take another day

Sleep the day, and no tomorrow
For the night best cradles sorrow
Maybe now she can but borrow
An aching head, and a waking day

All this world means for rite
Work the day into the night
So for Drip Drop comes the light
And sleep, another day