Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Applejack stood in the mud
She jammed her hoof deeper
She was creating a flood
It all gushed from her pink peeper

Her family looked on in disgust
She didn't care
She was about to bust
She gave them a burning glare

and she drenched them
They were covered in her stickiness
The flow wouldn't stem
Applebloom screamed, "THE STICKINESS!"