• Published 13th Nov 2013
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Ponyville & Other Poems - AugieDog



A collection of poems by and about the various inhabitants of Ponyville

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23 - Dweebs (villanelle)

Hating them's too easy. I refuse!
Let them stare! They won't get me to blink!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!

Ponies stumble, missing all the clues,
Pitiful, as if they never think!
Hating them's too easy. I refuse!

What they have, they don't know how to use,
Strong but stupid, always rinky-dink!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!

Magic shackles bind their cutesy shoes,
Rainbow chains of purple, plaid, and pink!
Hating them's too easy. I refuse!

Sun and moon and weather: they abuse
All of nature, shattering their link!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!

Just in time, I fled: I didn't lose!
They're the losers! They're the ones who stink!
Hating them's too easy. I refuse!
Curl my beak: derision's what I choose!

Author's Note:

A vitriolic little villanelle from Gilda. This would reflect her state of mind just after her episode of the show; I've made her three years older and more thoughtful in Foreigner...

For those who track the vitals on these, the meter here is iambic pentameter acephalectic, the unstressed syllable cut off at the beginning of each line so they all start with a thump and end with a thump.

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