> The Ponyville Mayor
>  by UniqueSKD
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> The Mayor Of Ponyville, Mayor Mare
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The Mayor Of Ponyville, Mayor Mare


A short poetic story by UniqueSKD


In the magical kingdom of Equestria,
There exists an admirable little town,
And though its inhabitants can be rather odd,
They'll surely turn your frown upside-down.

This little town is known as Ponyville,
And if you asked around, you'd be told,
That though many here are strange and eccentric,
Thy are nevertheless bright and bold.

They'd tell you it isn't as glamorous,
As the grand city that is Canterlot,
But Ponyville is adventurous and alive,
Boredom and dullness here, there is not.

There are many interesting characters here,
It's a community made up of different breeds,
From cloud-kicking pegasi, and magical unicorns,
To Earth ponies who grow harvests from seeds.

But there is one pony among them all,
That many often forget is even there,
Her job is to maintain order in Ponyville,
And this pony's name is Mayor Mare.

She's a tan Earth pony with spectacles,
And her eyes are a phthalo-blue,
Her mane and tail; light shades of grey,
(Though if their natural color, nopony knew)

Her cutie mark is that of a scroll,
Tied with a ribbon that's colored blue,
For her occupation is that of Town Mayor,
She does the things that mayors usually do.

It's hard to imagine that long ago,
Mayor Mare was actually quite uncouth,
A teenager who lived life the way she chose,
While she was still within her youth.

But years went by, and Mayor Mare,
Soon discovered it was her destiny,
To become a figure of great importance,
To carry a great responsibility.

Mayor Mare's office is in the Town Hall,
Which sits in the middle of the town,
And it is here where she works really hard,
So as to not let everypony down.

Her office walls have many photos,
Of herself with important guests,
Who came to visit for political reasons,
Or simply for a well-earned rest.

She makes appearances at public events,
Where she stands up before the crowds,
She clears her throat and talks into the mic,
So she can speak her speech out loud.

She's responsible for all the ponies,
Who live in the town of Ponyville,
And dedicated to her work, is she,
And dedicated to her work always will.

Though even Mayor Mare does take pride,
In doing what she's good at best,
It is usually not all that often,
Mayor Mare gets chance to rest.

After all, this is the town of Ponyville,
Where all sorts of things always goes on,
Every days brings forth a new problem,
And the day after brings another one.

So it's no wonder why Mayor Mare,
Who takes pride in what she does best,
Very rarely seems to catch a break,
And hardly gets chance to rest..

It's true she takes time off during holidays,
But so very rarely ever in-between,
She can't remember the last time she vacated,
Let alone where it was she'd been.

While the citizens play in the light of day,
Mayor Mare's at her desk in Town Hall,
Reading documents and approving petitions,
After double-checking it all.

She'll file the paperwork, and call her helper,
The busy secretary who's at her post,
A lovely mare who's always been there,
Helping Mayor Mare when she needs it most.

She'll enter the office, and smile politely,
As she asks, "What do you need, ma'am?"
"As your secretary, it is my job,
To help you as best I can."

And Mayor Mare will kindly ask the mare,
To maybe change an appointment day,
Or fetch for her an important document,
And her secretary is on it right away.

She'll return, and Mayor Mare thanks her,
And dismisses her for the time being,
And Mayor Mare continues her task,
Complete the work that she's receiving.

And when she has stamped the last petition,
And amended the final important papers,
She'll be ready to leave behind her office,
Having missed out on the day's capers.

She'll trot along through Ponyville,
Earlier active, but now settled down,
And all is silent, and all is quiet,
As Mayor Mare walks through the town.

All alone is she, poor Mayor Mare,
Trotting by herself through the street,
She rarely makes any time for herself,
Or find a stallion who'll make her complete.

Mayor Mare eventually arrives home,
At her small but cozy little house.
Inside, it's quiet, for she lives alone,
It is as quiet as a mouse.

She enters thus, and shuts her down,
And she sighs a weary tone,
How nice would it be if she'd somepony,
Be there to welcome her home?

But Mayor Mare has an important duty,
And it is a duty she must fulfill,
She has a big responsibility,
And keep her word, she will.

So she wanders into the kitchen, quite hungry,
And makes preparations for her supper,
She sets the table and serves food for one,
A meal worthy of a class-upper.

And when she is done, she cleans her dishes,
And puts them to one side to dry,
And then she seats herself with a good book,
And reads, while time passes by.

And when Luna's moon begins to rise,
And bathe the world in splendid moonlight,
Mayor Mare will trot up the stairs,
To climb in bed and sleep away the night.

And when she wakes up in the morning,
She knows what today will bring,
And true to her duty she'll remain,
No time yet to play or dance or sing.

So next time you're in Ponyville,
Forget not the pony who lives there,
Whose job it is to maintain order in the town,
And keep morale up, and not down,
Who works very hard every day,
While the townsfolk go out and play,
Forget not the special pony there,
She's the mayor, and her name is Mayor Mare.