Pony Poems Vol. 1

by Show Off

Shrunken

When once on ants I used to gaze, I thought them undeserving.
Now, on their level,
I can see why they scamper, like refugees fleeing a coming storm.
Their paths are unstructured races,
Contestants running whatever course pleases them.
With such large amounts of resources available, they scarcely have time
To gather them all.

Orchards, whose fruit I used to buck with ease,
Tower over me;
One lone leaf acts as a tent,
Sheltering me from the sweltering midday heat.
And a single apple is enough food for a day.

Friends I once walked side-by-side with
Carry me everywhere.
My sinewy muscles cannot contend with these exaggerated distances.
My once great strength reduced to a withered flower,
Utterly useless on a scale such as this.

I feel so helpless; I hate having to rely on others.
In this state,
There’s so little I can do.
But I’ll have the cure soon enough, and then,
I swear by the stars, I’ll have my revenge.

Comments

[Hierophant]

Nice. Never thought to write a poetic exposition on Appletini.