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// The Destruction of Ponyville (Swarm of the Century) 
// Story: Friendship is Poetry 
// by Loganberry 
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The Parasprite came like a vision to 'Shy:
"You're the cutest thing ever!" she said, by and by.
And her mane was its bed, like the softest of down;
Off the gentle mare trotted to show friends in town.

Not from Everfree Forest, so whence had it come?
Though nopony could answer, it seemed that a drum – 
Not to mention a tuba – formed Pinkie Pie's goal,
But the others ignored her: "She's acting the foal!"

Parasprites multiplied; spread their wings; till at last
They took over the library! Twilight she passed
On explaining the problem, so deadly and chill,
Rather trying to roll them out of Ponyville.

Back they came, eating everything far and, yes, wide.
Still none listened to Pinkie; instead they did bide
In their ruinous village. Twi essayed a spell:
Would it work on the creatures? Er... not very well.

The unicorn's face grew distorted and pale:
"To the zebra!" That shaman had naught to avail
And the mares they fell silent: before them now loomed
A dread vision: destruction. Zecora: "You're doomed!"

And the ponies we know then were loud in their wail:
"Celestia's coming!" And Twilight did quail
With no replica village completed – but hark!
The sound of a polka: that lifted the dark.