Lucky Mares Tale

Lucky Mares Tale

Here we are in the clubhouse of the cutie mark crusaders

Three little fillies, possibly first graders

Pondering together to get cutie marks

They tried their best, with their very hearts

To obtain the thing they would all want

So they did what they must and did embark

On a journey that many will never forget

To bring trouble widespread.

The three looked everywhere

But were filled with despair

For no findings of trouble

Which they found befuddle

How could they get marks in a flash

If they couldn’t help one in the trash

So they headed to the forest to try their luck

But feared sweetie who will be covered in muck

They enter none the less to try their best

To get their mark without unrest

But they stumble upon great fortune, none like any other

A fortune that would make life much more rougher

It was a bag full of bits

That they could all benefit

But it was too heavy for all three to carry

So many bits it was uncanny

The three came up with ways to get it back

Maybe get help from Applejack

Applebloom proposed but then a fear

That AJ would want to interfere

She would love a piece of the pie

But the three simply would not comply

Then what of everypony who saw these bits

They all would become such lunatics

So they all agreed

Hide their greed

And came up with a plan that will not fail

A plan that will prevail

They would draw hairs

It was only fair

Who drew the shortest from their tail

Would head back and fetch a sail

To drag the bits to town

When the sun is down

To hide the fortune from the world

So they would not be disturbed

They did so quickly

And in a snippy

It was Scootaloo who was chosen

And she was very opposing

She did not trust the two alone

But she left with a  big groan

To find a sail in town of ponies

That luckily ended a ceremony

In a trash bin was a sail that was large

But a thought in her head started to take charge

Share the gold with herself and not the other two

Then her eyes lit up with all that revenue

She grabbed the sail quickly and headed back

Greatly thinking of a way to attack

She got closer to Sweetie Belle and Applebloom

For they would become very inopportune

Scoot jumped high in the trees and looked over

To find the two who kept their composure

She dropped the sail on top of them and Scoot jumped as well

For her acts she was about to commit, she was heading to hell

She pumbled their heads in flat

And the sail that covered them was a bloody mat

Scoot sighed and took a breath

And looked for the gold she will bringeth

She found it split up into two

They were going to steal it, how could they do!

Scoot look back and knew they deserved it

And went to collect her piles of bit

But as she walked she fell down a hole

And it ended this little foal

A trap set by Applebloom and Sweetibelle

And now they all will meet in hell

So alas our story ends for these foals

But somepony will look for them, well who knows?