Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Fluttershy stood at his door
She dreamed to be welcomed through it one day
She'd be standing for a minute more
This day mid morning May

She'd pined
She'd tried
She'd dined
She'd cried

He never held the same feelings
He was never happy
But Flutters found him appealing
even if his mood was crappy

But today, it was going to work
Twilight lent her a book
Today, she wouldn't sit in the bushes and lurk
She gave a hopeful look

Be anon
Watching Fluttershy, while eating bonbons
Shes here again
Flutters was a pain

Open the window
"ayy yo bitch, get off my porch"
You billow
You go back to eat your borscht