Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf

Lagniappe

Lagniappe

I sold a dozen-rose bouquet

On the festival day of the sun;

She paid, though she'd no need to pay,

And then asked for an extra one.

I tore apart my finest spray

For a rose of magnificent hue;

A paltry echo of her day,

For the one she would give it to.

She smiled (she smiled!) and bid me stay,

She'd return for her purchases soon;

I tucked the roses safe away,

Then beheld the eternal moon.

But Ponyville, by luck, was blessed

With six heroes of Harmony's light;

We wished them well upon their quest,

And our sun was reclaimed from spite.

She visited at dawn's first crest,

With her sister a shadow beside;

My heart and tongue froze at this guest,

But I spotted the tears they'd cried.

She thrust my rose to sister's breast,

The rose of magnificent hue:

"I bought a dozen of her best,

But the greatest she saved for you."

Author's Note:

Poem by Horizon

Comments

[kingtwelvesixteen]

Awwww.

[Tousle-Headed Poet]

Excellent. I love the telling of tiny untold stories.

[horizon]

Extended author's note: If you're not familiar with the practice of lagniappe, it's an awesome word and a nifty custom.

[Corejo]

Goddamnit. Now I'm all covered in tree sap!

I liked this.