"No how!" she said, and pointed toward the trees.
"Fancy mathematics now are not a boon."
By the afternoon she came unto a point
At which she dozed: always apples strewn.
By a wooden post the angered mare did swoon,
Snoring like one that hath no helping team.
But still to Ponyville came AJ; soon
Received her cup; then fell into a dream;
And Twilight's careful speech? Gone. She could scream!

Jump from that beam! She fell and at a stroke
Off to the library did Rainbow go:
Down, onto balcony. Twi's focus broke:
Rolling her eyes, the unicorn: "Hello?"
She tried to talk to Applejack, although
Once more she slept beneath an apple copse.
And hearing talk of bees and zoos: Oh no,
Thought Twilight: she will work until she drops;
But lo! Big Mac explained. Six harvested the crops.

Author's Note

Inspired by "The Lotos-Eaters" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.