Location: On the road wondering why Dr. Rabbit is in a tree watching Sweetie Belle, Russian Fedora, and Ashbot hiding behind a bush.
Joined May 09, 2011 at 11:32PM EDT
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“You’re evil, do you expect me to cry!”
“No, Pinkamina Pie, I expect you to die!”
To state the obvious would be no fun,
Do you think the reference was overdone?
These fillies parents we have not seen,
Of the show this was quite mean.
Perhaps one day their folks we’ll meet,
I guess with these they can’t compete.
But a sis, a bird and a standee,
Cannot replace a good family.
These two ponies, pink and yellow,
One so random, the other mellow.
But by change they’ve been overcome.
One was shunned, and became so glum,
She started to talk to turnips in a bucket,
And using a bag of flour as a puppet.
The other pony wanted friends,
But the area around she did cleanse.
The animals ran for the forest,
They were frightened all from big to smallest.
And so these ponies aims were foiled,
Their moods thus became quite spoiled.
Never has a tale made more men cry,
Than that of Flutterrage and Crazy Pie.
First your sauce you need to steal,
A program that videos does peel,
An addon I have from some sly coder,
The easy youtube video downloader.
And then into my firefox it goes,
And thus swipe whatever video I choose.
Then windows movie maker you do need,
It is free, but expectations it does not exceed.
So import a vid of the pony DJ dancing,
Trim out one head bob of all her prancing.
And copy that for however long you need.
Adjust the cut or slow the speed.
And over this pony jammin’,
Add the music that is catchin’.
That’s how to a video create.
Your results I do await!
The ponies car is quite silly,
For entranced they were be that filly,
When asked to pull they didn’t wince,
Her neighbors were quite convinced,
By Rarity to do her this favor,
Even if they strain and waver,
They’d go so far for that pony, pretty,
They do not mind getting gritty.
These numbers seem to random be,
Every time I glance I see,
That of looks we have garnered more.
For a thousand times six eighty four,
The count was just yesterday.
But now the numbers spin away.
Today, three quarter million hits we have.
I’m sure the way, these hits will pave,
For the first spot to achieve,
Keanu and his bench were quite naive,
For friendship’s power does persist,
And we will be the top of the list.
This is indeed an epic box!
The gray pony, and letters, flocks.
If in my mail I did receive,
A pony drawing so well conceived,
I would be eminently impressed.
Unfortunately it is addressed,
From an April, to a Venus.
They place great trust in this Pegasus.
Her abilities we take for granted,
If she can deliver to another planet.
Dash, you are quite in peril!
Behind those shining eyes of beryl,
Lurks a mind with an evil bent.
Do not trust Pinkies intent.
For of her evil deeds tales are told,
Things indeed that make blood run cold.
After dinner you should flee so fast,
Otherwise you may not last.
To be your friend, It makes me glad.
These poems in which my speech is clad,
Are something I thought I’d try,
To keep my posts from being dry.
And since I’ve started, I cannot cease,
I found it helps spread peace.
I’m sure my teachers would be surprised,
This ability they would not surmise.
In English class I did not excel,
In science though I was swell.
A theory also to put on trial,
How rhyme affects a troll’s bile.
So far it seems to quite confuse,
But inflammation they still choose.
It pleases me that rhyming you help spread,
It brings great joy to me and the thread.
I once a pony video tried to make,
It was more than I could take.
The software that I used was obtuse,
Though I did give it much abuse.
This thing, it came without cost,
Although, It’s cause was long lost.
It’s name I think was Movie Maker,
I am not a Windows hater,
But this program they should improve,
If from Mac they wish folks to move.
For editing should be simple and quick,
And not clunky like a brick.
To fear us here, you have no cause,
For we wish to break no laws.
Any threats we make are idle,
We would not act quite homicidal.
You merely sometimes get our goat,
And things we mean not leave our throat.
When you poke our wounds so hard,
As our reputation, which is marred,
We can to anger be provoked,
And our true selves in that anger cloaked.
But I’m sure we do all wish you the best,
And if from these rants you could give us rest.
From that quote that you did post,
I did infer that you were religious most.
But if in the rapture you don’t believe,
Then your stay here, I won’t bereave.
Your people, they have suffered much,
But your heart, we cannot touch.
If only we had met as friends,
We would not have to make amends,
For those pony pics quite scary,
Brought to us by some bad fairy.
That cause a lot of mental scaring,
Then grievances, they get an airing.
This tag up there, I do see,
It says just W W C D.
What’s it mean, you ask, my friend?
An acronym that I must commend.
It stands for What Would Celestia do.
Would she grind those bad ponies into glue?
No, that that fate is not their doom.
Zip! Bang! Pow! Straight to the moon!
Oh god, oh please, if this time only ,
You would rapture that silly boy.
I’m sure that I would soon relent,
And directly you’d find that I’d repent.
My atheistic ways and such,
To science I’d no longer clutch.
To prove you’re there, just take the kid,
And all my disbelief will be undid.
The rapture I have long awaited,
I’m sure it’s magnitudes inflated.
The simplicity these ponies show,
Makes a wonderful and cute tableau.
If much longer at them I gape,
The will surely be no escape.
For soon my heart will sure explode,
From the cuteness overload.
When I had left this page last night,
I had just seento my delight,
Two other bronies had tried their hooves,
At crafting couplets, the crowd approves.
What I saw this morn, when I did wake?
That so many of us did partake.
This entry had by rhymes been filled,
The talents ranged from fresh to skilled.
I care not whether good nor bad,
What matters is that fun was had.
I must admit that I did cry,
Great tears of joy, came to my eye.
I have never been quite so glad,
That good friends like these could be had.
The Bronies here are quite the best,
Brohoof! Fellows, we’ve passed the test!
Oh it’s true, I’ve been upstaged!
All our fears should be assuaged.
In truth I think you do outshine,
These silly couplets that are mine.
But yes, by all means turn the tide,
This foul outlook we can’t abide.
A troll’s logic can not be changed,
No arrangement can be exchanged.
Of ponies and their antics talk,
And don’t mind others as they gawk.
So have some fun, sister, brother,
We don’t need them, we need each other.
This I thought you guys would like to see,
We loved it so in black and white,
And now in color full it be.
Go on you ponies, fight the fight!
Uploaded an image to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Oh yes, I do remember this,
And for Pinkie, oh it so fits.
Now if only some Brony joe,
Would make for us a puppet show.
This class I would so gladly take,
as well as how to cupcakes bake.
I’m afraid this truth of which you speak,
Springs from a mind that’s very bleak.
You could just ignore that which you hate,
And I’m sure your anger would abate.
If in this trolling you do persist,
Upon new decor I must insist.
The room you’re in looks like a dungeon,
Your face it makes look quite sullen.
Shortly I think that you will find,
That your rant has slipped from our mind.
For just peace and love we do care,
But not for rants full of hot air.
A few pics of ponies fetching,
You complained that caused you retching.
I’m sure your trail we will delete,
When you give in and claim defeat.
If on this earth you’ll be no longer,
In heaven you will be a lodger.
Of your domicile you could be rid,
So I will make you a humble bid.
Today only I will give you cash,
But hurry quick, try to beat the dash.
Some last minute fun you should capture,
Before you’re sucked up by the rapture.