Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Gilda stared down from on high
She was just around, flying by
Looking for the rainbow streak
She chittered here beak

Nerves wracked her mind
She was in a bind
She'd held these feelings
For how long, there's no telling

Gilda's head is foggy
She feels pretty groggy
Would rainbow like to get a drink?
that question tossed her to the brink

Gilda's mind raced with this thought
Would rainbow go, or would it all be for naught?
Gilda was determained to see it through
Would her heart stay true?