Her Butt Slammed Shut

Fillies and ye gentlecolts
dreaming of the Wonderbolts-
-Shoo-
No show today for you.

Spitfire was in a bind
Due to certain purchases
On recent bills she was behind
And needing some assurances.

It was one thing to fly away
Being Spitfire, and all that-
Certainly it's how she earns her pay
But up there it's rather hard to twiddle her twa-

Those things she'd bought
she'd long for sought
at just the thought
was getting hot

When in comes her cohorts
Each a pegasus swift
spitting out retorts
as they're all a bit miffed

How could she go off to have her own fun?
Won't be on her own; alone she's just one-
While each Wonderbolt eats her up with their eyes
Then get in on the action for some team exercise.

By: ambion