“Look, Twi – I get what you’re saying. The books are old and they’re important and stuff, but that doesn’t mean they’re not stupid. I mean, how hard is it to write normally? All this rhyming stuff and and fancy words just makes it hard to read! What’s the point of a story if noone can understand it?”
Twilight Sparkle frowned, eyes narrowing ever so slightly and prettily as she answered.
“There are a lot of ponies who have no trouble at all dealing with rhyming verse! It can be very entertaining and rewarding just to read, and writing it is a good was to make yourself think and express yourself in ways you normally wouldn’t. You may not enjoy it, but you can’t argue that it has merit!”
“I guess, but that doesn’t mean it’s not boring! And seriously, nopony talks like this! How long does it take to write something like this? Why can’t you just go ‘there was a bird on the statue of the guy and he was kind a jerk?”
“But it isn’t boring! You should try it - I know at least two ponies who enjoy it a great deal, and it really is a lot of fun. As for length, it really depends on who you ask – it takes me much longer than ordinary writing does, but some ponies can do it at the drop of a hat.”
“Oh yeah? Name one!”
Twilight Sparkle smiled and turned her eyes to Pinkie Pie, who sat watching them with a grin of her own. As Dash muttered ‘here we go’ with a roll of her eyes, Pinkie cleared her throat and began to speak.
“The day began a deepest black, as my heart began to crack
As I felt it split in two, I longed to begin anew
But some mistakes cannot be undone, though making them is never fun
I watched as cupcake tumbled, wishing that I hadn’t fumbled
For if I had never stumbled perhaps the treat would not have crumbled
And crashed into the kitchen floor.
As I snatched it from the floor my empty gut began to roar
Did I not deserve a treat, a gift so sweetly there to eat?
Coated now with dirt and grime - eating it would be a crime
Drawing courage from my core I swore
I would devour the cupcake nevermore.
Misery in my heart swelling, on delights untasted dwelling
Did I set about the baking, a cheery demeanour faking
Though my hunger cried for slaking I was hired for my caking
Carefully this time, fearfully shaking, into the oven they did go
And the day began to flow
Hours passed in but a flash, my woeful heart no longer brash
When suddenly I heard a crash, a summons from dear Rainbow Dash
And as it came my heart did soar, for lying there sprawled ‘pon the floor
Having collided with the door was one of two whom I adore
And suddenly my day was brightened, thought my Dashie was quite frightened
That I rather would abhor the mess she had made of the door
Even as my Dashie clamoured to her hooves she stammered
As in my chest my heart it hammered, but as she glanced and saw my frown
She noticed that I had not yammered and did not act the clown
An instant passed ‘fore wings around me, and her warmth did ground me
In a moment all that pain and suffering did rise again
But as I stood and wept, into her embrace I was quickly swept
She held me tightly as I cried, and laughed lightly as I tried
To tell her of my dear friend’s fate – a broken cupcake unfit for a plate
I called her rude, her manner crude; she told me he was simply food
Smiling she gazed into tear stained eyes, tilted her head and said ‘let’s go to Twi’s’
As I nodded, mood lightened, her expression brightened and quickly she took to the skies
And here we all are, together at last, though the journey was not very far
As I recount my day I hope Dashie will say that there’s merit to be found in rhyme
Although I fear mine are lacking, in practice I’m slacking so if not that is hardly a crime
Besides,” Pinkie finished with a grin, “your smiles mean I have not wasted my time.”
As Rainbow Dash burst out laughing and Twlight stared at her with undisguised adoration, Pinkie couldn’t help but think that the day had turned out to be pretty good after all.