I thought it would be easy writing verse-
Zecora seems to do it all the time.
But when I write each line just comes out worse-
It's such hard work to even make it rhyme.

If that Trixie showpony could do it,
Then logic dictates, clearly, so should I.
But fifteen quill pens later, now I rue it.
The stuff I write is dreadful! Tell me why?

Emotion, meter, rhythm, rhyme and theme-
These things are everything a poem needs.
And yet, despite my best effort, I seem
To turn out trash no one should ever read.

I didn't challenge Trixie like the rest;
And my decision worked out for the best.

Author's Note

You and me both, Twi.