Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Spike was a dragon
A baby by dragon scale
But close to adulthood by pony scale
Grow up they would say
Be a stallion they would jeer
Be an adult some would scorn
But he wasn't and adult
Much less a stallion
He was a dragon
Raised by ponies
Trying his best to be what they wanted
But always falling short
He was tired of always falling short
He packed a few of his personal belongings and set out
He didn't leave a note or a sign
It would be easier this way
They wouldn't notice him missing
They'd soon forget he existed
He'd make it to the dragon lands
And fade away from his old life
To never be a problem again
To never be told to grow up, or be a stallion
He was free to be what he truly was
A baby dragon