Precariously Placed Pony Poems Picturing Plenty of Pheelings

Berry Punch sat in a room
Holding on to a broom
A bottle in hoof
Her liver, through the roof
The room began to spin
Her mouth tasted of gin
She slumped in a heap
In hopes to get some sleep

Berry Pinch stared down
To the pony on the ground
The mare she called mother
She never cared for another
Berry pinch made some food
And began to brood
Stallions were around
Murder was abound
Berry pinch could take a knife
And end her mothers life
She'd be free
To climb trees
To be a filly
And to be silly
To not clean the floor
Of the vomit at her door