A Merry Christmas Poem


                                            Originally Published December 25th, 2018


                                            >Twas Hearths Warming Eve in Ponyville Town

                                            >The happy small horses were settling down

                                            >They sat by the fire with the ones that they loved

                                            >And prayed that the Wendigos stayed high above

                                            >But down in the borough was one grumpy bum

                                            >His name was Anon, and he yelled with a grumb

                                            This holiday season has me in a mood.

                                            I'm cold and alone, and I don't have any food.

                                            >It was then that he heard three knocks and an "EEP"

                                            Even on Holidays, her lust doesn't sleep...

                                            >He opened the door, and there stood a horse

                                            >Who was yellow and pink and horny, of course

                                            >"G-g-good evening Anon, I hope you're w-well."

                                            I was actually busy in personal hell.

                                            >"W-well that won't do!" Said the horse, with a shiver

                                            >And through his legs into the house she did slither

                                            Goddamnit Fluttershy, why are you here?

                                            >"I just want to give you some holiday cheer!"

                                            >From under her wing, she pulled out a creature

                                            >From every animal, he had a feature

                                            >"Good evening, Anonymous!" cried Discord with glee

                                            >And quick as a flash, he was wrapped a hug

                                            >"Now Flutters and I stole your journal last week,"

                                            >A clone of Discord pulled out a rug

                                            >"And we learned of your holiday, which sounds really neat."

                                            >Flutters set up a table and lit up some candles

                                            >And Discord, he set them on top of his antler

                                            >He popped off his horn and set it on the altar

                                            >Anon tried to make words, but his mouth it did falter

                                            >Their Hannukah setup would have made him say "Aw"

                                            Goddamnit you retards I celebrate Kwanzaa

                                            >The candles blew out, and the room it fell silent

                                            >Perhaps it was harsh, but he said what he meant

                                            >Discord cried, and Fluttershy weeped

                                            >And Anon couldn't help but feel like a creep

                                            >They stole from you, those thieving mongs

                                            >But they at least made an effort, even if it was wrong

                                            >Anon strode to the table and picked up a match

                                            This is how you light them. Watch.

                                            >The duo stopped crying and focused with intent

                                            >And the human felt a glow from deep in his chest

                                            >To share with others, and to act your best

                                            >Perhaps this is what the holidays meant?

                                            >The evening passed as he made yuletide gay

                                            >It may not have been perfect, but it was still a nice day