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On top of our computer screen,
Perching there oh so serene.
A product I think this needs to be,
So your brony brethren all can see.
I’d buy it with the greatest speed,
A Pinkie Pie webcam I need.

The lunar filly and solar foal,
In humor now they do cajole.
Our Princess Luna is by far cooler,
Than Equestria’s maniacal tyrant ruler.
And though she indeed returns the threat,
I think Celastia she would not upset.
Even if it was all in fun,
She would not send her sister to the sun.
But by far the thing that does most please,
For once she did not say “This taste it is of a cheese.”

@RussianFedora,
The creator of this image had this to say about how Derpy came to be in this situation.

“Truly, Derpy is the Michael Bay of muffins!”

Sauce: http://pixelkitties.deviantart.com/

@Roboshi,
The problem with the gallery,
Seems to mainly be IE.
If a different browser you did use,
the images you might peruse.

When on my wall you did post,
With the song I became engrossed.
I even tried to sing the tune,
But my voice causes none to swoon.
Such a silly premise does transfix,
To Derpy Hooves and tetris mix!

Little Luna does those greens despise,
To make her eat, a threat her sister tries.
If to the moon shes always banished,
This little filly will be famished.
Maybe after a days torment,
Her princess sister will relent.
And find a way this food to serve,
That does not rankle Luna’s nerve.

This must be what the government denies,
That on the moon there do live ponies.

Come now you silly foals,
It’s not like Pinkie Pie stole their soles.
I’m sure a story worse exists,
But cupcakes indeed persists!
Maybe a story I should write,
Where like that party Donner,
They all are nearly goners.
And Pinkie Pie alone survives,
By taking all of her friends lives.

Or maybe I should just forget,
That I ever made this threat.

To me it seems that Derpy has forgot,
The first safety lesson we all were taught.
When she was just a silly foal,
She should have learned stop, drop, and roll.
When on fire oneself often sets,
It should not be a thing one soon forgets.
Now nurse if you would yourself distinguish,
And that flaming pegasus extinguish.

Of that lyric I can approve.
My mind from the gutter I must remove.

I hope that someone the lyrics does transcribe,
For unless to much I did imbibe,
A line exists, inappropriate it seems.
“We clop till we drop,” would garner screams.
So wrong it is what I have heard,
But what is sung can it be inferred?

So, a studier of storms you are,
With that I’m sure you’ll go far.
While here I hear the sirens wail,
And soon the falling hail.
Be safe Ginger and have fun,
The storm I hear, I must run!

That joke you made I must bravo,
I think that it deserves a follow.
It was quite CSI, and made me groan,
So I couldn’t let you be alone.

This pic a frozen heart would turn slushy.
Wait, what’s she doing to that plushie?
Does fair Rarity she so despise,
That she destroys her before our eyes?
But probably I am mistaken,
Rarity, she has not forsaken.
This doll she must assemble,
Till that pony, it does resemble.

On her rampage she did go to early,
When from her work she did grow surly.
If only she had but will to wait,
The moon may not have been her fate.
Now in the night these ponies revel,
Luna they would not treat as a devil.
Oh such joy in this pony’s eyes,
As friends to make, she tries!

Could a pony a pirate be?
Or would Carrot Top be put to sea?
At her back fights Guybrush Threepwood,
Of his great adventures know, you should.
But have our heroes run out of luck,
In the shadows does lurk LeChuck.
But i think that Carrot would prepare,
So in her pocket she would have root beer!
And this liquid the pirates they would spray,
Those ghastly ghouls would fade away!
The booty these two would then share,
Best friends forever, this man and mare!

@alenius and P0wnz0r The Noob
Rhyming is a thing some thought to try,
So more wit our posting could supply.
It seems strange for you to question,
This thing we do at our discretion.
For here at least it picks up steam,
And could now be a fledgling meme.
For it’s spread I do badly hope,
It could become as used as “Nope.”

Somepony wants to inflict much torture,
To Derpy they gave a rocket launcher.
I hope she can somewhat aim,
Or her team kills will be a shame.

As Twilight oft laments,
“This makes no sense!”
Why do these hits keep pouring in?
To my face they bring a grin.
An eighth the total of hits new,
Over just the past days few.
Why do these Bronies watch us like a hawk?
I wish they’d say and not just gawk.
But of these hits, I’ve done my part,
Checking if you’ve seen my art.
The page I have refreshed quite often,
To see if responses I have gotten.

Despite being not scary, but apropos,
Applejack would still as an apple go.

So if some money you would spend,
To Hasbro’s profit margin mend.
Instead of tiny plastic toys,
You want something for the boys.
A t-shirt to you could wear or gift.
They could learn from Shirts by Shift.