//------------------------------// // 24 Noodles By Daring Do // Story: Poetry From Equestria And Beyond // by LyraAlluse //------------------------------// Noodles By Daring Do One cold day in late autumn, I was strolling through, The Manehattan town square, When bam! Like dynamite! A rabbit dashed across my path, Bumped into a flower pot, The red jar came crashing down, And I stopped dead at the sound, As a police carriage came roaring by, And a stolen jacket flew through the sky! I caught it, and the sirens sounded, ‘Round Jupiter Street, As I tried to hide it, but, Bam! Like dynamite! The doors of the sheriff’s car slammed, And out came a “Law Stallion.” My heart froze faster than ice, As he removed the hot item from my hooves, And glared wildly in my eyes; And all I could think of were noodles… But as I felt the elephants of anxiety, Stomping on my stomach, He gave a great laugh and said; “Good work! You’ve caught the flower pot caper!” And all I could do is let my jaw drop in astonishment. “The flower pot caper?” I asked, As I looked over to the flower pot’s broken pieces, And realized that the rabbit was not a rabbit, But a mare dressed in a fancy, smancy coat. “Yeah, the flower pot caper,” he answered, As he shackled that caper up faster than fast, And with one fluid sweep took off her mink, fur cap! Well, this was a little too much for me, My mind might as well have been stuck in a tree, ‘Cause still, all I could think of were noodles, As he loaded the mare, Dressed in furs black and white, Bam! Like dynamite, Into his green and gold car, And drove into the distance, Way outta sight! And on my way home, Past Pear Street and Blueberry Lane, I thought to myself, “Well, this day sure has been strange,” As I made my way eastward, To grape boulevard and Mane, Toward a restaurant called “The Blue Ace,” And had the strangest hankering for noodle soup, Which they happened to have in the restaurant Blue, So I stopped in, and had a bite, Before heading home, Faster than the speed of light! And when my friends asked me about my day, I had only this to say; “Well, it didn’t make too much sense to me,” “My mind might as well have been stuck in a tree, But it was, without doubt, outta sight; 'Cause it had more action than dynamite!”