Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Big mac stared at the mirror
Who stared back
He wasn't sure
He was very young when he put on the dress
But something felt right
As if the world had clicked into place around him
He had to keep it a secret though
His friends and family would ridicule him
He could never be in public
It was only for those brief, private moments
That he could feel comfortable
In his own home