I do not like the frozen days,
I do not like earth pony ways.
I would not, could not, lie to you:
I rather envy Ditzy Doo
Who flew the wrong way in the snow,
Returning much too late to go
And help the other pegasi
To clear the clouds and clean the sky.
Okay, I know it all worked out;
I’m still annoyed. (Hey, Spike! Don’t pout!
A number one assistant must,
To earn his gem-embellished crust,
Be there for me when I’m alone
And really need a little moan.)
My Winter Mess Up days, I hope,
Are past – can I forget them? Nope!
But something makes me more upset
(I haven’t told the Princess yet!),
Which is: I’ve seemingly replaced
Young Amethyst, who had embraced
Reality: this town is not
A magic place like Canterlot.
And now, I’m painfully aware,
I’m Purple Organiser Mare!