Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Rarity loves her kinks
She loved to stick things in her pink
Today she found some cheese
The thought of those delicious curds
That block of cheddar is such a tease
To be honest, i looked like a turd
Would rarity dare?
Would anyone care?
If she stuck that Gruyere
In her "dairy-air"?
If she held a pink party
With that havarti?