You're My Friend, Cross-Eyed Mare
You're My Friend, Cross-Eyed Mare
A poem for an adorable pony I can relate to, by UniqueSKD
(PS - I'm a dude. Just felt like saying that for some reason...)
There's a little pegasus pony I know,
Who really knows how to make me smile,
And if she were right here with me,
I ask her to stay for a while.
She makes me laugh with her appearances,
And she really brightens up my day,
So you'd understand why I feel sad,
Each time the credits play.
So who is this mysterious pony, you ask,
Who could make a guy like me,
Feel up when down, and happy when sad,
And cheerful when gloomy?
Well, she's an adorable little grey pony,
A pegasus with feathery wings,
Who, like myself, has endured,
The hardships that life brings.
She has a cutie mark upon her flank,
Which depicts about seven bubbles,
I think it reflects her bubbly personality,
Which sometimes gets her in troubles.
But the one thing about this mare,
Which makes her stand out from the rest,
Is those funny bright yellow crossed eyes,
Which I personally think suit her best.
I like how they look here and there,
And how they rarely stay in place,
And they just seem quite befitting of this mare,
With the adorable pony face.
And yet, tis' these eyes which have sparked,
Quite an amount of controversy,
Tis' her eyes which attracted much resentment,
Hatred for that poor pony.
There are some who says she's an abomination,
And some who say she's an insult,
And there are some who call her a retard,
These words spoken by an adult.
They call her offensive to the people,
Who, like her, too have funny eyes,
And because of this simple matter,
The poor mare was despised.
So in the corner, the poor mare weeps,
As those cruel people mock her in song,
And my heart weighs heavily with sympathy,
She doesn't know just what went wrong.
I can see each and every tear,
Flow from her eyes, down her face,
And she weeps and weeps, as her tormentors,
Call her a mistake, a disgrace.
But I will not stand for this!
I will not sit idly by!
I will not tolerate this cruelty!
I won't have this pony cry!
Pushing through the jeering crowd,
I steadily, slowly make my way,
Towards the adorable little pony,
Who brightens up my day.
She sniffs and looks up at me,
Her eyes, curious and afraid,
I kneel down by the saddened mare,
And say, ''Please don't be afraid''.
''W-who are you?'', asks the grey pegasus,
''A-are you here to hurt me?''
I shook my head, I tell her, ''No,
I would never, ever harm you, Derpy''.
''The world may mock and insult you,
But harm you? Ha! Let them dare!
I'll not let them, Derpy, for because,
You're my friend, cross-eyed mare''.
''I lived a life much like yours,
Many people have there been,
Who thought I was a worthless mistake,
Who thought that I was unclean.''
''They tormented me when I was young,
And thought of me as a fool,
An idiot boy who'd amount to nothing,
And this was during my time at school!''
''I would plead, and I would beg,
For my torture to be ceased,
But one day things got so bad,
My parents had to call the police''.
''And this was all because I suffered,
From an illness called Asbergus,
Which made me different, so abnormal,
And gave me hyperactive surges''.
''There came a time when I contemplated,
On taking my own life,
To throw myself from off a cliff,
Or to stab my heart with a knife.''
''But then I learned of Equestria,
And of the techni-colored ponies there,
But most of all, I learned about you,
The adorable cross-eyed mare''.
''You're full of life, and always high in spirit,
You're a special pegasus mare,
You're an up-and-at-them, a go-go-getter,
Who lives freely and without a care''.
''You gave me strength, you made me happy,
And a reason to live on, too,
We shared similar lives, you and I,
That's something we can relate to''.
''You have a daughter, little Dinky Doo,
You have a stallion, Doctor Whooves,
You've got your friends, like Carrot Top,
Who all love you, Derpy Hooves''.
''But today, you've earned yourself another,
An ally who'll always be there,
To ensure that you do not come to harm,
Because you're my friend, cross-eyed mare''.
''Ignore what the haters say,
As I have learned to do,
Because there only one opinion which matters most,
And that's YOUR opinion of you''.
Derpy blinked, and then dried her eyes,
And gave me a cute little smile,
''You really mean that'', she asked, I nodded my head,
T'was the best news she'd heard in a while.
She squee'd and then jumped up at me,
Throwing her hooves around my neck,
She exclaimed ''YAY!'', and she smiled,
As she hugged me, and I hugged her back.
Releasing her grip, she sat on her haunches,
And looked up at me with those eyes,
Once more they were so full of life,
Brighter than Luna's starry skies.
''Thank you'', she said, and I just smiled,
''You're most welcome, cross-eyed mare'',
As I turned to leave, she cried ''Wait!,
I have something I want to share!''
From beneath her wing, she produced a muffin,
And of it, she broke a piece,
She held it out towards me,
''I'd wish to share this, please''
Her kind offer, I couldn't pass up,
And so I sat down with her right there,
I took the piece of muffin, and took a bite,
''Thank you very much, cross-eyed mare''.
''No, thank you, good-mannered stranger,
You gave me strength to be my own pony,
I'd be honored to call you my friend,
My kind-hearted Brony''.
