Lagniappe
I sold a dozen-rose bouquet
On the festival day of the sun;
She paid, though she'd no need to pay,
And then asked for an extra one.
I tore apart my finest spray
For a rose of magnificent hue;
A paltry echo of her day,
For the one she would give it to.
She smiled (she smiled!) and bid me stay,
She'd return for her purchases soon;
I tucked the roses safe away,
Then beheld the eternal moon.
But Ponyville, by luck, was blessed
With six heroes of Harmony's light;
We wished them well upon their quest,
And our sun was reclaimed from spite.
She visited at dawn's first crest,
With her sister a shadow beside;
My heart and tongue froze at this guest,
But I spotted the tears they'd cried.
She thrust my rose to sister's breast,
The rose of magnificent hue:
"I bought a dozen of her best,
But the greatest she saved for you."