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// After-Party 
// Story: Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry 
// by darf 
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			                                                 After-Party

It starts when they arrive
And the evening
Is the best part, it

Becomes laughter and love and too much friendship to bear shown in the cake and juice stains on the carpet the walls the ceiling oh how did it get on the ceiling oh well but it’s everywhere like the confetti and the wrapping paper and the overturned glasses it’s okay if they broke since they’re plastic and I could always get new ones but everything just smells of party of cider and perfume and book dust and sweat and rabbit food and cake it really does smell so much like cake and

It’s absolutely wonderful

But now they’re all gone

In the morning,
And I have to clean up
This is always the worst part, I

Never want to lose the laughter and love and friendship in the air but I have to scrub out the cake stains on the carpet the walls the ceiling I’ll need a ladder to scrub the ceiling but first I gotta sweep up all the confetti and recycle the wrapping paper since I really don’t like to waste and I gotta pick up the glasses and run them through the dishwasher and Opal ripped up the curtains I think it was Opal could have been me playing kitty so I’ll have to replace them and Mrs. Cake will want me to put in an air freshener so that when I’m done it won’t smell like cider and perfume and book dust and sweat and rabbit food and it’ll only be cake

Only cake

Only me

Until next time
When they come back another evening
And that evening is better than the last

Which was better than the last

Which was better than the last...