Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Tick Tock Tick Tock
Rarity watched the clock
Her deadline was coming soon
Could she carry on her tune?

Dresses to make
Smiles to fake
Her heart raced
as she paced

It was too much
Even by the slightest touch
Her mind raced
About dresses needing laced

How could she do it all?
How was she not on the ball?
Did she take on more then she could?
did she take on more then she should?

Tears began to stream
She started to scream
Everything began to blur
How could she even be sure?

She was a failure
A sham of a tailor
A troubled seamstress
Under extream stress

it all came crashing down
She was ready to drown
There was only one way out
Of this, there was no doubt