Babs Seed · 8:29pm Jun 11th, 2014
There once was a pony named Babs Seed
Who had perverted and filthy need
She stayed itchy and hot
In her filthy balloon knot
Because she laid on her back when she peed
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
There once was a pony named Babs Seed
Who had perverted and filthy need
She stayed itchy and hot
In her filthy balloon knot
Because she laid on her back when she peed
Your poems are bad and you should feel bad. I'm just messing with you, they're rather clever, especially the one about Taco Smell (no that's not a typo)