Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Derpy sat proud
She'd made a cloud
She looked down
Towards the town

Maybe they'd like to see
A cloud made of pee
Derpy isn't sure how she did it
Would Twilight throw a fit?

Derpy doesn't care
She flipped her hair
Off to the ponies
To show shes no phony