Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf

Attempt 4-3-4

Attempt 4-3-4

One summer’s morn, an hour past dawn,

I woke, and sat upright.

I could have sworn a sound had torn

From someone gripped by fright.

The day was bright, the sky alight,

And everywhere did gleam.

But normaler sights had I that night

Beheld inside my dreams.

For someone streamed with coat pale-cream

Across the morning’s air.

And I believe she made the scream

Which roused me from my lair.

And then, I swear, a shaven bear

Did bellow out in scorn,

“God curse you, mare! Aren’t you aware

“I prefer unicorns!”

Author's Note:

Poem by Aquillo

Comments

[Strat]

I... what?

[kingtwelvesixteen]

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The shaven bear is a human. It is a poem about those types of people.