Zecora's Rhyming Scheme

I haven't seen a decent storm in a while,

I hope one breaks the fair weather streak.

 

If only there was room here for the meek.

They have such strange things to say,

 

But they say them anyway.



I might sit down for a spot of Poe, But I dunno....

 

He's way too slow. :c

Although I don't get a wink of sleep,

 

To the contrary, my sleep is deep,

Filled with pony dreams.

 

So vivid, so bright, that it's bursting at the seams.

And as the seams begin to mend,

 

Fifteen kittens will surely blend!

Upon the great big puddle of gore,

 

formed a gate to the nightmares of yore,

And from the gate came the Nuckelavee!

 

Along with Fluttershy, saying "You're going to love me!" (Nuckelavee is pronounced like that... right?)

Thus the creature of the night called for Manboob Moe,

 

who was just having tea with Curly Joe,

so the man got up and went to the woods,

 

Where he met a poor merchant who lost his goods.

Soon the kittie's ghosties flew into the sky,

 

where they were rewarded with mittens and apple pie,

So the merchant and Moe were standing there,

 

When the merchant took out a pear.

Moe asked "Will you enjoy that?"

 

And the merchant replied, "I'll trade it for your hat."

So Moe took a second and thought about it,

 

But he decided he's good without it.

Then he took a chip. He ate it.

 

But promptly realized it wasn't of potatoes and chose to berate it.

The poor man wandered throughout these woods,

 

Until he saw a shadowy figure who wore a hood,

who stood at the bank of a large river,

 

and nestled on his back, a bow and full quiver

The man stared on, filled with unease,

 

The air was still, not a single breeze

as the hooded man drew his bow and fired,

 

For a candy apple the man desired.

Without a care in the world, the nearby birds chirped about,