Applejack and Rarity
Were having quite the battle;
For Applejack, said Rarity,
Was full of uncouth prattle.
AJ complained. The other mare
Felt that she was in clover.
Then thunder rolled; Twilight at once
Asked both to her sleepover.
The dressing up, the truth or dare,
Went just as was expected.
The pillow fight, though: that. Was. On...
Twi was not unaffected.
But then crashed down a monstrous tree,
Right into Twilight's study;
AJ said sorry to her friend
And Rarity got muddy.
3766284 Thanks for the kind words! Whether there'll be any more Leary coincidences... well, you'll just have to wait and see...
"And Rarity god muddy." Nice ending to that one. Zecora would have a field day with most of these rhyming poems.