Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

The wind rushed past scootaloo
The wind bellowed, puffed, and blew
She was soaring higher then the clouds
Her parents were oh so proud

Everything she ever wanted
To never again, be punted
But something was a miss
Like everything was fake, and not just bliss

World around her began to melt
Her chest tighten, worse then she ever felt
Soon there was darkness
And she opened her eyes to the starkness

A hospital room in the dark
From the window she could see the park
She thought she finally won
That she'd finally be done

But there sat rainbow
Her family in tow
No matter how she tried
She could only cry

Life wasn't done with her
Life was ready to cause a stir
Another wrench in her plans
Her eyes opened up like dams