Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf


on the way home

on the way home

when stopping
at the store,
a pony turned and
looked at me

his mouth held a
bell that rang when he
moved his head back and
forth like he was
searching for someone

i held the list of things
to bring home tightly
in my claw and asked
him if he needed
help with something

don’t we all
he said

i brought home two
cartons of eggs, a head of
lettuce, and a four
liter bottle
of milk

i could have used some
help carrying
everything home
but in the end everything
was fine