Once upon a midnight dreary, while I clicked weak and weary,
Thru many a vile and bilious image on slash-b of yore,
Amidst the trolling, tired and phony, suddenly I saw a pony,
With noodly arms like macaroni, and a pastel-hued decor.
"'Tis some anime," I muttered, 'with those big eyes that I deplore -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the hot September,
As my forum's many members awaited a show they adored.

((Stopping here--sorry for not doing a whole verse. By the way, I once attempted a parody like this called The Owl, set within the show and narrated by Spike, but I gave up on it))

Easily I thought to dismiss; - I attended other business
Thinking of my favorite kismes - kismes dead on Hussie's floor -
Of that brilliant, awful spidertroll laid dead on Hussie's floor -
Forgotten soon forevermore.