Edgar Allen Hoe (a pony poem)
As I wandered weak and weary,
My eyelids heavy and my eyes are teary.
My hooves were dragging, tail not wagging,
As I walked toward my bedroom door.
"Why is he so tired?" some pony mumbled
So I stopped to answer, feeling humbled.
"Every time I go to sleep, I hear things moan, I hear things squeak
"Then comes this rapping, a tap-tap-taping at my bedroom door."
It is the wind and nothing more.
"The trees are brushing against my window panes,
And the roof does leak when it rains."
"And so I wander, and I wonder, when will I sleep again?"
No sooner than it took for me to tell my tale,
Then this pink pony let out a whistle and a wail.
Out of nowhere ponies came all around,
Their hooves shaking the very ground.
Hammer, Nails and other stuff appeared like magic,
Tackling my house that looked so tragic.
In a flash of sparkle dust and hoof,
They had repaired my leaky roof.
Then they tightened every squeak,
The sight made me want to weep.
The trimmed every tree and cleaned every pane,
Hope sprang in my heart that I would sleep again.
Before I could say a single "Thank you"
The Pink one whistled and away they all flew.
So lumbered into my bedroom door,
Where I slumbered like I never had before.
The End