Zecora Walks Through Poison Joke
It was on a misty afternoon in the forest,
this happened on the night of the year which is longest.
I was out picking plants for a brew,
something to cure pony pox in the form of a stew.
I had collected moonflower, dark daisies and night rose,
these plants are harmless, no threat do they pose.
But there is one we must all avoid,
the poison joke is what makes a pony's talent void.
With petals of distinctive blue,
nopony knows where it first grew.
If on purpose in these a pony may tread,
surely there is something wrong with their head?
In the distance I saw my last ingredient,
without it my stew proves disobedient.
Bark of a ghostie giggle tree,
affectionately named after the actions of Pinkie.
One slab of this and pony pox cure right up,
even if the stew is in the tiniest cup.
On the ground I did not see,
what I trod in, whilst galloping t'wards the tree.
I should have payed more focus,
because the trickster plant played its hocus pocus.
I stepped in poison joke,
this is not good for any folk.
Now I find my rhymes getting worse,
and...this is the...next bit of...this verse...
How could I have been so blind?
The plant I was in was...not...very...kind...
Pull it together, Zecora, you can do better than this!
Like a cat, to poison joke...I...hiss...
What is happening to me?
I am more jumbled up...than a...honey bee...
I must get home, my new brew can wait,
oh! It's only a week until the Ponyville Fete!
I rush through my door and slam it behind,
I'm sure the pony living here will not mind.
But this is my house, of that I am sure!
It seems like my wiseness is burning to the core.
I can rhyme again it would seem,
but now my intelligence is losing it's sheen.
I like salad, it tastes real good,
I would eat it all day if I could!
I exit my house to go to Ponyville,
for this talk of food makes my tummy want a refill!
What am I doing here? Oh I am a foal,
that poison joke is taking its toll!
Am I not rhyming or am I dumb?
Gee...this sure is...not fun...
Now I now what it is,
I wonder if Pinkie has a drink that...goes fizz...
Both of the plant's changes are on,
oh, look! It's Lyra and Bon Bon!
No, no, no, I must return home!
Quickly before this joke becomes a syndrome.
My mind is rushing and the poison joke at pace,
every effect of it is starting to take place!
Now I can't rhyme,
and my grammar done bad!
I need finding potion,
to undo poison joke,
because it not good to have,
oh no it's gone!
Who did I last give it to?
Oh it was Derpy Hooves!
It seems the poison fades in and out,
the effects are unpredictable, I have no doubt.
I must find Derpy, now where does she live?
Up in the sky, where it's very pretty!
I like the clouds they make funny shapes,
that one looks like a cow.
Oh! It's my friend Derpy Hooves!
Hello!
She said hi and thanked me for my poison joke cure.
Wait I need that! Please tell me you left more!
Derpy came to me in a horrible fright,
for her eyes had corrected over night!
In poison joke she had stepped,
I gave her the antidote, so her eyes would correct.
Derpy invites me to hers for tea,
isn't she just lovely?
She pours me a cup and I drink it,
toasting to her teddy bear who thanks me.
I forget what rhyming is and what is a grammar?
That poison joke done done it all now.
Derpy see something wrong?
Fix me please, I can't stay for long!
She put something blue in my drink,
ewwww it's all icky I don't want it now!
She says it an antidote
what is?
She make me drink
it not taste nice, do not want.
Suddenly, I come to my senses and see what is going on,
I thank Derpy for helping and say so long.
The poison's effects may just come back,
I need to stop that before my intelligence...I...lack.
It's coming back again, I rush very far,
I must quickly make my way to the spa!
Aloe and Lotus, you must help me!
It's poison joke, I stepped in it and am unhealthy!
Then they laugh and call me silly and say,
"Zecora, you'd never step in poison joke, I'm sure you're okay!"
They don't believe me and my speaking is bad,
this is really making me mad!
I go home again, I must have something,
to make me not dumb and let me rhyme,
because I don't like this it's not very nice,
poison joke you're a bully! And...you...have lice!
I embarrass myself with every word,
the things spewing from my mouth are absurd!
Then I remember, the simplest cure,
some bark from the ghostie giggle tree! It's properties are pure!
I go again and see just before the tree,
is a huge field of poison joke, just waiting for me.
I can't not get worse cos I get dumber,
and not rhyme no more, poison got worst.
I walk in pretty flowers and smell them,
cos they smell nice.
I stay there for ages cos I like them flowers,
and I eat one cos they taste good.
Then a fancy unicorn sees me and I say hello,
she's purple that's a funny colour!
I roll in the flowers and say join in,
cos its fun but she goes to the tree AND HURTS IT!
I cry for the tree cos she hurt it.
Then I fly with pretty pink colours back to my house,
in a worry the unicorn makes me a drink with the part of the tree,
I drink it...it doesn't taste yummy.
But wait, what's this? I'm feeling like new!
Thanks, Twilight Sparkle, I can always count on you.
The bark from the tree is good in a soak,
for it instantly reverses poison joke!
And now I see I have all the ingredients I need for my stew,
I'm so sorry if I have embarrassed myself in front of you.
But what if the effects still linger?
I still like salad, doesn't Lyra...want...fingers?
