With apologies to T.S. Eliot
Let's go, y'all and me,
To Ponyville in the evening, under the sky
That the pegasi have cleared away;
Let's go, through the pony-crowded streets,
Passing the couples by
Thinking of restless nights in my upstairs room
Lying awake beneath the homespun bedsheets
With faint scent of lavender
Leading to an overwhelming memory...
Oh, don't you ask "What is it?"
Let's just go and make our visit.
The purple plums in the market, piled high, not from here
The ruddy peaches with soft fuzz that tickles my muzzle
Licking my lips, just the corners of my mouth,
Lingering, watchin' the foreign fruits from all over the place
Then Ah fall back, turn my back to them; can't let AJ see.
Ah slip around the market place, make a sudden leap,
And seeing that she's busy sellin' the apples we love and grow
I turn around the corner, and sneak away.
In the library the mares come and go
Talking of friendship.
There's sure gonna be time
For the big red pony that slides along the s