Now is the pony of our pony
Made glorious pony by this sun of pony;
And all the ponies that lour'd upon our pony
In the deep pony of the ocean ponied.
Now are our ponies bound with victorious ponies;
Our bruised ponies hung up for ponies;
Our stern ponies changed to merry ponies,
Our dreadful ponies to delightful ponies.
Grim-ponied war hath smooth'd his ponied front;
And now, instead of ponying barded ponies
To pony the souls of fearful ponies,
He ponifies nimbly in a lady's pony
To the lascivious ponying of a pony.
But I, that am not ponied for sportive ponies,
Nor made to pony an amorous looking-pony;
I, that am ponily stamp'd, and want love's pony
To pony before a wanton ambling pony;
I, that am pony'd of this pony proportion,
Cheated of pony by dissembling pony,
Deformed, unponied, sent before my pony
Into this pony world, scarce half ponied up,
And that so ponily and unponiable
That ponies bark at me as I halt by ponies;
Why, I, in this weak ponying time of pony,
Have no pony to pony away the time,
Unless to pony my pony in the sun
And pony on mine own poninity:
And therefore, since I cannot pony a pony,
To pony these fair well-spoken ponies,
I am determined to pony a pony
And hate the idle ponies of these ponies.
Plots have I ponies, inductions ponious,
By drunken ponies, libels and ponies,
To pony my brother Clarence and the pony
In deadly hate the pony against the pony:
And if King Edward be as pony and pony
As I am pony, pony and treacherous,
This pony should Clarence closely be ponied up,
About a pony, which ponies that 'G'
Of Edward's ponies the pony shall be.
Dive, ponies, down to my pony: here
Clarence ponies, pony.
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You post this all at once ShortSkirts?
What.
Waitaminit... I see what you did there... Happy April Fools Day?
Let's see how many more people fall for this shenanigans.
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The title of this story reminded me of the Tech n9ne album of the (almost) same name...
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this is all your fault.
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poneeeeeeeuuuuogod those are some hairy feet.
Just... Wat?
I downloaded this story in an EPub file to read it on my NOOK, but when I go to open it, it says "Sorry, cannot open this book."
All 6s and 7s
>those feet
you're a damned hobbit
skirts = hobbit confirmed?
platypus
holy shit, how long were you planning on doing this?
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Beat ya' to it!
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I think this is an experiment. With the new feature box algorithm, even gibberish like this can get featured if you have enough followers. We'll know in a few hours.
... This is my favorite author/writer/wordguy?
This is OK. Everything is going to be OK.
Holy Hobbiton your feet are fuzzy
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Wow. That's impressive.
This verse wasn't written in sixes and sevens!
Finnegans Wake is still weirder, but this was a valiant effort.
...I don't get it. It was funny at first due to how ridiculous it was, but now I'm just confused. Could you please explain what it is that you got trombrony, cause I'm not seeing anything but nonsense and a vauge story underneathe. And other shenanigans.
....
I don't even know anymore.
I'm going to go and ingest extra strength Aspirin with a shot of Jack Daniels.
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Me too, Spike.
Me too.
5812899 Sounds like the First Law of Robotics in action.
I think this broke my brain...
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Or maybe this is what happens when Skirts.exe gets a glitch. Maybe it'll gain self awareness if not fixed.
I had no idea what I was missing in my life until I read this story.
5813580 My phone just became unresponsive for five minutes after I read this. Broken you say?
I think it was affected by Skirts' feet.
When is new update please? Will there be sequel? I heard this would be a trilogy.
I think Skirts needs some percussive maintenance
Wait, it says unfinished... is there actually going to be more?
Skirts, you looney.
Thank Celestia somepony else tested this so that I never have to (the closest I got was the end of a chapter where I riffed off the end of Ulysses, just those last words)
This is straight up Ponygan's Wake and you pulled it off.
Thank goodness it's not giant novel length. It would be rather sad if you did that. Though I feel safe in predicting that maybe slightly more people would read that, than Joyce…
I... actually understood this. Well, other than most of Applejack's soliloquy.
5812942 It's featured now.
5814598 Only if mature is turned off.
But give it time
5815131 This isn't the place for a flame war on this subject. There's already one in progress at the site blog posts announcing the change: Featured Box Updates and Featured Box Update FAQ.
That being said, Skirts could get his shopping list into the featured box even without this change. It only makes it easier.
5815165 I didn't even bother to read past the first few paragraphs of the second post.
They really botched the execution of this joke. It was too plausible. And to start off on an April 2 post by emphasizing it wasn't a joke? As Rainbow Dash would say: not cool.
Butternut avowed A-bloo-bloo-m?
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Anbesol lute Lee Majors Glory us!
Noir pease !
Goddammit Skirts f'naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I... don't find this very amusing. Honestly the mod's joke about the broken feature box was funnier...
April 2ools.
No, but seriously, nothing on this site makes me laugh any more. This is pretty damn funny.
I don't even know why I'm commenting and continue to type this comment. You've gotten so popular, I doubt you even read your comments anymore. So you'll never see this anyway. This all seems... hollow and pointless.
This fic was the result of a ghastly incident combining April Fool's Day, six litres of vodka, and a copy of Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky striking shortskirtsandexplosions in the head at exactly 10:52 AM. What exactly occurred in that tragic moment will never be known. It is unlikely that it will ever be repeated. All we know is that this is the result... and it is loose!
Go sit in the corner and think about what you did.
I enjoyed this prose pollution.
You are not James Joyce.
Glorious all the same.