The Spike Poem Anthology

by Zephyr Spark


We Are Number One Assistants

To the CMC,

Alright, I can see I’m going to have to teach you three how to be real assistants.

(Insert Saxophone) Hey!

We are number one!

Now listen closely.
Here’s a little lesson in list making.
Work that leaves no room for mistaking

If you want to be assistant number one
You have to help a mare who’s always on the run

When they’re at work, you sneak around
Be careful not to make a sound.

No, don’t touch that potion!

Now smell this coffee that I just ground. After you stir, you give it to her.
Now!
Give it to Twilight not me! Ugh, let’s try something else.

Now watch and learn, here’s the hook. Organize all of her library books.
No, not like that!

(Insert Saxophone)
We are number one, hey hey!