The Mysterious Tale of the Man Who Didn't Do Much

Chapter 16: Jackson's Journal: Entry 3

Twilight turned back to talk with Rainbow, and the pain of my bruises is finally setting in. While I wait for Twilight and Dash to get back, I'm going to write a poem. I hope whoever eventually reads this, if anyone does, enjoys it.

I'm not sure what I've done,

To deserve what I got.

I don't regret one little bit,

Much less regret a lot.

The days I've spent in Ponyville,

Have been the most fun I've had.

I don't even plan of leaving,

That moment would be too sad.

Rainbow Dash seemed quite angry,

After forcing me to snitch.

I told her I was threatened by Lyra,

And bucked by the Mystery Bitch.

It barely hurts as of now,

But I think it will in the morning.

But it will have been worth-while,

After hearing of Rainbow's scorning.

An approach filled with subtlety.

As impossible as it sounds,

Is what I attempt to do,

And hope should soon abound.

I rather like the Rainbow one,

As it's come to my reality.

She's wacky, cute and nice,

This shit ain't no bestiality.

If you said this to me a week ago,

I'd have called you a massive phony.

But here I am, in my diary,

Proclaiming love for a rainbow pony.

My God, what the hell is wrong with me?

I think I've lost my touch!

I suppose living with colored ponies,

Will alter just as much.

I'm staring at my sternum now,

Emotionally, I'm such a mess!

I used to be a rock-hard man,

No one could ever best!

Emotion; shmo-motion,

I really shouldn't obsess.

I need a hug, to be snug like a bug,

Of that I will confess.

I conclude now, since they return,

That this place is like a sanctuary.

I want to say, I want to live,

In a place that hopefully isn't temporary.

(A/N: Not to toot my own horn, *toot toot* but I'm a very good poet. A large vernacular helps. I'll wait while you Google that. *LULZ*

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I know this isn't REALLY a chapter, but I wanted to pump something out today. Goodnight, everypony! Sleep well, I guess!)