When Laughter's five and Pinkie Senses see,
A fall may come; AJ dives 'neath her cart.
"This cannot be!" Twi's e'er-sceptical eye
Roams o'er the evidence – she finds a lack.
Love Pinkie though she does, this cannot fly.
Twi whispering as she watches, far away;
Falls anvil, cart and piano; still she'll preach
That there must be an answer, by and by.
But from the bog, a Hydra! Bitter, she
Accepts: the doozy! Mane burns like a bush.
Twi's ever-noble heart has witnesses
In all her friends, as she doth grope for that
Which may explain the myst'ries of the senses;
Her mind now open: hence, umbrella hat!