The Ballad of Big Mac
The Ballad of Big Mac
Come hear the tale of Macintosh,
Big Mac to all his friends,
the love he won, but almost lost,
of fame that never ends.
He spent his days out in a field
not far from Ponyville,
gath'ring his orchard's fruitful yield
with all his bucking skill.
"Big Mac, you take care now y'hear!"
said A. J. in alarm,
"Keep buckin' like that an' Ah've a fear
You'll do yerself some harm!"
Big Mac replied, "Don' worry none,"
as apples fell like rain,
"Jus' mah way of 'gettin' 'er done'!"
and went to buck again.
He bucked the tree, and with a crash
the center of it split.
The falling trunk, quick as a flash,
the stallion's head did hit.
Straight to Nurse Redheart Big Mac was sent
with AJ at his side,
and in the quiet medical tent
he nursed his wounded pride.
But though the nurse did all she could,
the wound refused to heal -
ointment and poultice did no good,
despite Nurse Redheart's zeal.
To Twilight Sparkle then Mac fled,
librarian of the town.
Yet as soon as all her books were read,
her lips curled in a frown.
"My books don't seem to have a cure
for such an injury,
So the best thing for you to do, I'm sure,
is visit the Everfree.
For it's the home of Zecora,
A wise young zebra mare,
Who from the exotic flora
brews potions great and rare."
And so Big Mac did steel his heart,
despite its sudden chill,
to go and seek from Zecora's art
a cure for his ill.
He galloped to the Everfree
then into the dark he stepped;
And for the monsters he knew there'd be,
a watchful eye he kept.
And yet no beast dared try its luck
and attack Big Mac that day -
Fearing the stallion's mighty buck,
they let him go his way.
And soon to the zebra's hut he came,
deep in the Everfree.
He called and called her lovely name -
it echoed from every tree.
Suddenly from out the wood there drew
The gorgeous zebra mare.
Her wise repute Big Mac well knew,
but not that face so fair!
"Big Macintosh! I know you well,"
she said and took him in,
"Of you many a tale they tell."
Mac tried to hide his grin.
"Sit yourself down, my stallion dear,"
Macintosh deeply blushed
"Let's see the wound that you have here…"
His mane aside she brushed.
"This injury will quickly heal,"
she said, bringing a vial.
"If you take this at every meal..."
He took it with a smile.
"Zecora, Ah had thought for sure
mah buckin' days were through!
That's something Ah could scarce endure
but not now, thanks t' you."
Big Mac got up to go his way;
he bowed and said goodbye.
But something made him want to stay;
he had no idea why.
The stallion's heart began to race,
as at the door he stopped.
A smile flashed on Zecora's face,
her eyes she shyly dropped.
And then Mac turned and left the hut;
she watched him as he left.
Reluctantly the door she shut,
heart suddenly bereft.
The next day dawned, and Big Mac woke,
the sun low in the sky.
He slipped his head beneath the yoke
and heaved a mighty sigh.
The stallion's head no longer hurt
and yet he felt no peace.
He kicked a hoof across the dirt-
the feelings would not cease!
Was he still sick? He didn't know,
but buck he could no more.
What was this thing that pained him so?
Why did his heart feel raw?
To the zebra's hut once more he went
To ask her for her aid
in curing this strange torment
of which he was afraid.
"Dear Macintosh, is something wrong?"
She galloped to his side.
"The look upon your face is long,"
Away from her he shied.
"I know that some thing's troubling you,"
The stallion's face went red.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Ah don' know," he said.
"Ah never meant to trouble you,"
the stallion went to leave.
A million doubts about him flew,
a sigh his chest did heave.
"Big Macintosh, please do not go,"
Zecora blocked his way.
"There's something that you need to know."
She spoke without delay.
"I think I know the pain you feel,"
The zebra dropped her gaze
"It's a pain that's hard to heal."
Her eyes again she raised.
"Y' know this sickness?" Big Mac asked,
"The cause of this heart ache?"
Zecora nodded. At long last!
What medicine should he take?
"I know this sickness well, my dear,"
The zebra whispered low.
"I suffer from it too I fear,"
Her tears began to flow.
"My heart, Big Mac, is yours alone,"
The stallion's eyes went wide.
"A stronger passion I've never known."
He knew she hadn't lied.
The stallion gazed upon her face,
He didn't make a sound.
Inside his chest his heart did race,
his eyes fell to the ground.
"How could y' be in love with me?"
the sorrowful stallion said,
"A mule whose words lack poetry?"
He shook his handsome head.
"Sweet Macintosh, you need not fear,"
The zebra shyly spoke.
"That at your words I'll cruelly sneer."
Her voice, it nearly broke.
"Your strength and honesty, and what's more,"
Zecora's blush was deep,
"Your kindness is what I adore,"
She tried hard not to weep.
"Lovelier speech Ah've never heard,
The stallion's shook his head.
"While Ah can barely say a word,"
Her heart was filled with dread.
"Ah'm sorry, but it can never be,"
His voice filled with dismay.
"Ah'm jus' not eloquent, you see."
He turned to walk away.
"Macintosh, don't go, don't go!"
Down to her knees she dropped.
"I love you more than you can know!"
The tears they would not stop.
"It doesn't matter what you say,"
He stepped towards the door.
"For me to rhyme there is no way."
His eyes glued to the floor.
Then suddenly Zecora stopped,
What was that she'd just heard?
Hope for despair was quickly swapped
As she recalled each word.
"Why did you fear you could not rhyme?"
Zecora cried in glee,
"You've spoken in verse all this time!"
Big Macintosh said "Me?"
Zecora's words were true, he knew,
How totally blind he'd been!
Around her neck his legs he threw,
as she against him leaned.
"Ah'm afraid Ah've been a total dolt,"
The remorseful stallion said,
"Behavin' like a naïve colt,"
as tears he gently shed.
"Please dry your tears, my stallion dear,"
She wiped one from his face;
"My heart is yours, you need not fear."
She sighed in his embrace.
Few kisses have there in history been,
As heartfelt as this one!
And so on this romantic scene,
Let set the smiling sun.
The Princess from her castle high,
Smiled down upon the two.
A single tear dropped from her eye,
At a pure love so true.
"Big Macintosh, you stallion rare,
As kind as you are strong,
Take for your mate this zebra mare,
And never do her wrong."
So ends the song of Macintosh,
Big Mac to all his friends,
And of the love he thought he lost,
Of fame that never ends.
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....WUT.
I literally just posted a story entitled 'The Ballad of Tom' and now there's another ballad out???
CRAZINESS
That was incredibly clever . . . having Big Macintosh rhyme in a rhyming poem so it doesn't hit you until Zecora points it out!
Also great job with the rhythm and the rhymes! I know it's not easy!
523427
I know of no less than 5 stories on this site that follow the "The Ballad of X" naming scheme.
Another good story by Butterscotch Sundae! Keep up the good work.
523487
I know, just lol'd at the coincidence...
Nice. Very well done. Enjoyed it.
I enjoyed this, and I hate poems. That's saying something.
Silver out!
"Illustration by the immensely-talented RusselH (aka The Last Gherkin)."
Illustration? What Illustration?
tthis made me smile. im sure it did the same for anyone else who read it
English… major… pedantry… ACTIVATED!
The Ballad is, specifically, made up of segments of quatrains of alternating quadrameter and trimeter, rhyming ABCB.
Sorry about that.
Anyhow, Zecoramac… eh… do not want but I applaud the creativity and the willingness for someone to create something like this.
AWESOME!
A short but beautifully written story!
Good job!
Aw, that was a good read! I could never stand to write poetry again, no less something that was as enjoyable as that.
A rhyming pony in a rhyming poem...
RHYM-CEPTION!
523599
Off the top of my head, I'd say the illustration that graces the story on DeviantArt at http://buttersc0tchsundae.deviantart.com/art/The-Ballad-of-Big-Mac-299010453
It doesn't seem to have made it here yet.
God-tier rhyming for the most part, but
Was he still sick? He didn't know,
but buck he could no more.
What was this thing that pained him so?
Why did his heart feel raw?
Have I been mispronouncing the word more or raw this whole time?
I don't quite get how his injury would have impaired him, but then again it's a poem so it's not supposed to make much sense
Thanks Butters!
Heroic stanza, heroic stanza everywhere.
I like Big Mac x Zecora :)
YES! Finally someone has written an Epic Pony Poem! Brings back memories of reading the Aeneid and the Odyssey. You've earned a watch good sir.
This was actually quite impressive. However, if you will excuse my nitpicking, there are some lines that simply do not rhyme. They are quite jarring, when everything else is in perfect rhyme scheme. I did like the way you incorporated prose into Big Mac's speaking lines, and his ignorance as well. It was a clever trick on your part.
Nice story.
Nice poem.
BRAVO!
A "Ballad" story that's an actual ballad? You never fail to impress me. Hell, I'm not even miffed someone yanked my title again! (Third time in a month . . . >_<)
Well done!
523621
The ballad is actually a very fluid genre of poetry. My poem here is an extremely orthodox version of the ballad compared to many famous poems that are called ballads.
524365
Raw ryhmes with more, saw, law, door, poor, core, humidor, etc.
A friend on DA mentioned this as well. What whacky dialect of English are you guys speaking?
525350
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See above. Not everyone speaks the same type of English as you do! I am unashamedly and proudly a speaker and writer of Australian English. Accept no Atlantic substitutes!
(Pssst! The only pseudo-rhyme is Macintosh and lost, in the first and final stanzas...
528181
Ahhh, the good ol' Border Ballad. I wrote a nice, long poem in that. Good time.
528181
Well, that's certainly one justification for it, haha. I will admit though, I have never seen saw ryhme with more. I'll take your word for it, and simply say that I enjoyed it overall.
528181
Ha! You wouldn't think nationality would affect how words in the English language rhyme with each other considering that there's usually only one single pronunciation associated with each word. Oh well, potato tomato cheeseburger kangaroo.
read it in devianart love it
Great Ballad. But sonovabitch I keep reading it to the tune of Gilligan's Island!
*Slow Clap* Bravo. :3
this was really sweet
"...'gettin' 'er done'."
"GIT' 'ER DUN!!!!"
Pardon me Ms. Sundae, but I believe you mistyped the phrase, its:
Can you make a video of you saying "GIT' 'ER DUN!!" so that the world can know how the phrase sounds when said with the awesome Australian accent?
Please?
I'll give you $10(USD) (At the moment that converts to $9.88126 AUD)
"Aww," Sweetie Belle sighed heartily,
"that was such a sweet story."
It truly shows
all of Big Mac's
deeply concealed glory.
Heh, I can't rhyme for my life.
Zecora would never understand me. 
The epicosity of this poem was LEGENDARY! So much fun to read out load :D
Short but beautiful. Well crafted and creative.
Short but beautiful. Well crafted and creative.
This is entirely too clever and cute.
So did grow the love of mac and zecora,
their passion strong,
deep in the everfree surrounded by endless fauna and flora,
their relationship shall be forever long.
Sorry, i'm not very good with ABAB poems, but i love your writing!
is it just me here or does enyone out there hear zecoras voice when the read this???
ponies need more poetry. this was absolutely beautiful.
Whe in doubt do not cry...
This is gorgeous! The rhyme and meter flow so very well, and the romance is just sweet. The way the rhyme of the poem mixed with the rhyming of the dialogue was very clever too.
That was awesome! It is so very difficult to fit a rhyme together without making it sound forced, or without losing the flow of the poem, and you've managed it very well here!
Also, woot for (anypony)xZecora shipping!
rain and again don't rhyme mister
Like it though
To be honest, i dislike poetry. But this, simple as it may be, is very good and heartwarming.
See, this is why I ship them!
They fit so perfectly, it's just asdfghjkl
Soul Of Songs, that was great!
I love this! Great job!
528181 Even if they work in your own, legitimate pronunciation, you might want to consider some alternatives for those us for which that is DISTINCTLY NOT a rhyme.
could be changed to:
but that doesn't necessarily capture the same emotional impact, it makes him sound like he's upset and in pain rather than being emotionally sensitive. so if the mood of that line is more important, you could go with this:
Very cute, and you got the feeling of the love worked nicely in. The story is mildly silly, but the chemistry between Mac and Zecora oozes in your words, nicely done!