Luna and the Dovakiin (Poem)

by Okhlahoma Beat-Down

Lyra and the Bard

Lyra was trotting around the street one day,
thinking about hands, getting food off her tray.
Sitting in Gustav's got her an idea,
maybe I'll meet a human, everypony else has one near!

This thought would stick in her head,
From right now, 'til she was dead.
She didn't wait long really, she heard music most splendorious,
like most mares her age, this got her curious.

She wandered through allyways, past Mr Pork,
until she saw something that was really an Orc.
His skin a dark green, on his head a hat,
and like most pictures she'd seen, he was strong, not fat.

Her jaw hit the ground, his instrument was made of brass,
much like her harp she plays while eating grass.
She cantered forwards, pulling out her harp,
was she out of time with him? NARP.

They attracted quite a crowd, Stallions and Mares.
Even the vet stopped, and for some reason a bear.
Playing their tunes made them some cash,
donations even came from the skint Rainbow Dash.

When the crowd dispersed, when everybody was gone but Scootaloo,
the pair teamed up, they shook hands and hooves.
A few weeks later, they were sensations overnight,
in fact, if you wanted somepony's ticket, with them you'd fight.

Anymore money, they would have their every whim,
even if the Orc referred to them as Septims.
"We did well, we had a laugh,"
Lyra moaned, "but now I just want to go home and have a bath."

Comments

[Conker]

NARF

[CECUNSC]

LYRE! GET IT RIGHT!!!

[Okhlahoma Beat-Down]

2027646 Christ, calm down.