Thank you! Thank all of you.

I really don't know what to say, but I felt the need to say something.

I once tried to be a poet
But I think I blew it
I worked real hard to find my groove
But once I found it
It slipped from my fingers
It rolled over the floor
Under the couch
Hung out with dust bunnies
Looking for change in the darkness
It found a few nickels
A dime or three
A dull dirty existential philosophy
Does that constitute change?
So I abandoned my groove
In the dust bunny commune
I just left it alone
It wasn't worth finding
It isn't like I threw it away

There once was a user named Kudzu Haiku
Who wrote out a limerick or two
Folks were annoyed
By the tactics employed
And stuffed him up the chimney flue

There once was a Fan of Most Everything
Who was given a pair of pegasus wings
He had a bad plight
He endured only one flight
When he was shot from the trebuchet sling

There was once a writer named Miles Prower
As a community member he did tower
All those disgruntled letters
Ponies sent to their betters
Extended his fifteen minutes fame to an hour

There once was a mare named Rarity
Whose gems brought her much prosperity
With much elation
She hyper-inflated the nation
And brought a terrible disparity

There once was a pony named Babs Seed
Who had perverted and filthy need
She stayed itchy and hot
In her filthy balloon knot
Because she laid on her back when she peed