Once upon a midnight dreary, while I clicked weak and weary,
Thru many a vile and bilious image on slash-b of yore,
Amidst the trolling, tired and phony, suddenly I saw a pony,
With noodly arms like macaroni, and a pastel-hued decor.
"'Tis some anime," I muttered, "with those big eyes that I deplore -
Only this, and nothing more."
Yet so heavy was my sadness, I was seized with sudden madness,
despite the years of pony badness, for a torrent of that mare.
Quick I turned with pirate scheming, to a Youtube channel streaming
to the phosphor brightly gleaming, vector art from everywhere.
Rainbow-coloured pony gladness, in the monitor's flickering glare.
"Just one show is all, I swear."
Pony followed on the heel of pony, pleasant was the feel of
ponies on the print from We Love Fine that soon adorned my chest.
Daymares took me on fantastic flights of fancy, and the plastic
Figurines I'd purchased "for my niece" still lingered on my desk.
Half the ringtones on my phone were songs composed by