Well, I read "The Highwayman" for my English class. Someone asked how he could bend his knees without having wrinkled clothes (because it says "they fitted with never a wrinkle") and someone else responded, "He can break the laws of physics just like Pinkie Pie!" And all of a sudden I had an image of Pinkie Pie galloping up to a door on a cold dark night...

So, hopefully you now know why I didn't make Spike the highwayman come to visit Rarity. And I'm sorry for turning Rarity into Tim the ostler...but at least I said she was beautiful and not have moldy hay hair. Poor Tim, no wonder Bess didn't like him.

Disclaimer: My Little Pony belongs to Hasbro, Friendship is Magic also belongs to Hasbro but also partly to Lauren Faust.

Second Disclaimer: "The Highwayman" was written by Alfred Noyes and is a good poem. You should read it if you haven't already.

PART I

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the apple trees,
The moon was a lunar princess who walked through cloudy seas,
The path was a ribbon of moonlight over the grassy moor,
And the baker's girl came trotting—
Trotting—trotting—
The baker's girl came trotting, up to the library's door.

She'd a tangle of curls on her forehead, a sweet and dimpled chin,
An evening dress of red velvet, and slippers pink as her skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle, hiding the cutie mark on her thigh!
And she trotted with a joyful twinkle,
A lovely mischievous twinkle,
A sweetly smiling twinkle, a twinkle in her eye.

Over the cobbles she clattered and clashed in the library yard,
She tried the front door and the back, but all was locked and barred;
She hummed a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the librarian's dragon assistant,
Spike, the librarian's assistant,
Holding a lighted candle, waiting for his mare.

And dark in the dark of the shadows a rickety old fence creaked
Where the local seamstress listened; her face was white and peaked;
Her eyes were a dazzling midnight blue, she'd not a single hair astray,
And she loved the librarian's assistant,
The librarian's charming assistant,
Quiet as a mouse she listened, and she heard the pink one say—

"One kiss, my little Spikey, I'm getting some flour tonight,
But I'll be back with fresh-baked cupcakes before the morning light;
Yet, if there is no flour, or an unfortunate baking delay,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to you by moonlight, nothing can scare me away."

She rose up on her back hooves, she scarce could touch his claw,
But he dropped a piece of paper, and she blushed at what she saw;
A love letter addressed to her, she did nothing but adore;
And she read it softly in the moonlight,
(Oh, beautiful words in the moonlight!)
Then she blew a kiss in the moonlight, and galloped away to the store.

I know it's short. I'm sorry. Part II will come in its time.