Rose's are red
Violets are blue
Sleep is for the dead
Twilight wishes she was, too

Big mac sat in his dress
The music in his room
Provided relief from his distress
With its slow and deep boom

Vinyl Scratch had given him some records
Slower then her usual fair
Vinyl said, "Music has its own rewards."
He swore he saw her blink behind her eye wear.

He began to slowly tap his feet
The curls of his wig bouncing in time
To the musical beat
It was truly sublime

To have his weekly private time
To feel normal for a day
He began to pantomime

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Twilight was sad
Celestia seemed mad
She wasn't sure what she did
But celestia seemed livid

She was only studying one of the books
Shed found in the library's many nooks
"The Trials and Tribulations
of Long Distance Teleportation."

She was so excited to show Celestia
She'd channeled her magics
Off to Tia, the best-ia
To show her the practice

A loud pop in the throne room
A shrill shriek
It was a thunderous boom
The guards dared only peek

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The pot sat on the fire
Burning and boiling
Something she'd never tire
Was cooking, with its toiling

She'd sharpened the knives
Sauteed the meat
Sliced the chives
It was a grand feet

She wasn't the best chef
But she loved it all the same
"Cooking for oneself
was no shame."

She'd say as she stirred
Sitting alone in the kitchen
But she was demurred
Wishing for someone she was smitten

"One day soon."
She'd said
"I'll have a family, to commune
to make sure they're fed"

Fluttershy stood over the the deep grave
She stared at the small wooden box
She tried her best to be brave
She had said good bye to the little fix

The fox came to her broken
He was looking for Kindness
He hoped to only poke in
He was awe stuck by her politeness

Their time together was brief
He'd finally found relief
Cut down in his prime
It was his time

Fluttershy had known this
She gave him bliss
Before he had to sleep
to never make a peep

Rarity sat in her shop
She stared out the window
She watched the rain drop
While she sat on her pillow

Rarity needed to make dresses
She hasn't paid the bills
The local new ran their presses
"Carousel Boutique closes their tills"

The love for the craft was gone
It brought no excitement to her
Not the linen, satin, or rayon
Nor the silk, wool, or polyester

The motivation was missing
The love for fabrics disappeared
Rarity was reminiscing
Of a time the future was un-feared

Rainbow sat on her phone
Sitting in her house
She was a sleepy pone
As quiet as a mouse
Shed not moved or eatin today
She wont move tomorrow
She didnt move yesterday
It filled her friends with sorrow
Scootaloo said goodbye
She was off to school
But she wouldnt cry
Shed forgotten her knife
Inside rainbows heart
Shed used to end her life
Maybe shed take rainbow apart

Zephyr Breeze was scared
The future was a strange place
He sat and stared
At the a bottle's base
Finished was the wine
no food had he dined
He sat in the dark
on a cold chair
in the park
He'd shaved his hair

Rainbow Dash was flying today
Or rather, she was falling
The ground was a ways away
And her eyes, they were balling

Shed flown as high as she could
Until her wings began to collapse
She didn't know if she would
for her wings to give some more flaps

The ground was coming fast
Shed never pushed herself this far
She always pulled up in the past
She'd always pushed the bar

This time she aimed too high
This time her life was on the line
How would she make it by?

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Rarity loves her kinks
She loved to stick things in her pink
Today she found some cheese
The thought of those delicious curds
That block of cheddar is such a tease
To be honest, i looked like a turd
Would rarity dare?
Would anyone care?
If she stuck that Gruyere
In her "dairy-air"?
If she held a pink party
With that havarti?