Rarity came by to see me.

It was for something silly, really.

She asked about my dress,
I told her it wasn’t a mess,

She asked if it was in my room,
I asked her if she meant the broom,

She asked if I was confused,
I told her she said something silly about a darling in doom,
I told her she should eat what silly fillies eat.

She tilted her head, asked what they ate,
I told her with a flurry of giggles that silly fillies ate smileys,

She told me she’d buy one,
I told her I’m not for sale.

She snorted, then raised a brow.

Tough crowd…

I swallowed my laughter,
Hoofed her a choco chip cookie,
With pink frosting on the top,
Shaped like a smiling pony,
One that I saw this morning,
Rarity tilted her head,
Asked if that was meant to be herself,
I told her instead,
How it would be boring,
To see anything but yourself.

She bought it
Nibbled at the sides
And waved me goodbye
With a sidelong eye.

I watched her leave,
Each step had echoed like mine,
Reverberated off walls,
Like a squeaky tabletop without grime,
The only thing that was left in my mind,
Were a few words that didn't really rhyme:

Wowie...

...that was really silly.

Author's Note

"Nibbl," said 6-D Pegasus.