Post by Sarah-P.Pie on Jul 3, 2007 23:59:47 GMT
I wrote this poem late last night, and wanted to share it with y'all. ;D Emily is a figment of my imagination, just in case you were wondering. 
"From brand new Little Pony on a toy store shelf,
Loved by the little girl who called me Glory,
To a sad old thing who looks nothing like myself,
May I at least share my life's story?
I remember the day in 1984,
When the girl walked into the store to buy me,
She took me off my card and sat me on the floor,
And told me that her name was Emily.
She introduced me to her pony herd one by one,
And then said that we were off to play,
She took us to her tree-house where we all had fun,
And things just got better from that day.
Moondancer and I thought that it was swell,
When we raced through a muddy puddle to give each other a hug,
And we didn't even notice, which is just as well,
When an after-play bath sent the glitter of our magic marks down the plug.
When "trying on make-up", everything went great,
I never noticed my eyelids stained forever blue,
For the next day of play, we could not wait,
Emily was just our dream come true!
But then along came the fateful day,
That comes to every happy toy,
I was sent down to a basement, and there I'd stay,
While Emily just spoke about "the boy".
Many years later, I heard Emily's Mom,
Moving around our box, and wondered why,
I realized soon that it was for us ponies she'd come,
And felt our boxes carried way up high.
Soon we were all removed from that dirty place,
But Emily seemed so old,
I could no longer see any kindness or recognition in her face,
Just a sneer and eyes so very cold...
We had our photos taken as we had long ago,
But now we were not at play,
We heard words that made no sense, passed to and fro,
It seemed that we were being sent away?!
They spoke about the "bidding" on an "auction site",
We were "collectibles" these days, it seems,
But they weren't getting as much money as perhaps they might,
We weren't fulfilling their greedy dreams.
But still later that week we were put in another dark space,
This one was sealed carefully, and moved around,
We felt our enclosure bouncing all over the place,
And heard some very unusual sounds.
The box stopped moving, and we were soon freed,
But nothing was familiar here,
A new set of evil people - eyes filled with greed,
Grinned at us ponies as we shivered with fear.
A few of us were prettied up, and placed on a ledge,
With other "collectibles" ready to "sell on",
But the majority of us were left feeling so on edge,
Wondering what horrors were to come.
My pal, Moondancer, was the first to go,
And it really broke my heart,
To be forced to watch how she was slaughtered made me feel such woe,
It was terrible how she was torn apart.
I don't know all the details, but I'm told,
She was considered "common custom bait",
Emily never thought that, but back then we weren't old,
And hadn't gotten into our current state.
I stood up on the kitchen counter, and shed a silent tear,
As I saw how she was slaughtered on that day,
As they put her in a vat of boiling water, her screams they could not hear,
As her magic life was slowly sucked away.
But then she was removed, as was all her hair,
The remainder of her magic mark was gone,
The humans saw my helpless yelping, as an empty stare,
So I just had to watch along with my old friends, forlorn.
Now Moondancer isn't, if ya know whaddimean,
She's "Sunrunner" or something along those lines,
Her body's striped yellow and blue, and her hair is green,
Oh, how I long for those old, happy times!
I know I'm next on the list of agony,
No-one feels for an old plastic unicorn,
I just have to wait and see what the humans will make of me,
With my frizzed hair, lack of magic marks, and chewed horn.
I dread the day when I feel the change,
Why can't they leave us be?
Humans can be oh, so strange,
Why can't I still be me?
I wish that they could hear me talk -
A pony-loving paradise it ain't!
If they could only see me walk,
They'd know I hate their paint!
So one last time, I beg of you,
Please remember Moondancer's legacy,
Make a Little Pony's dream come true,
And let your ponies be.
I know that it's too late for I,
But when "Glory-fied OOAK" is on e-Bay next week,
Remember, I was not ready to die,
And don't bid for heaven's sake!
I think I've spoken far too long,
And now my time is gone,
Here she comes with her awful vat...",
The sad Little Pony screamed, "So long!"
I know I'm not going to be popular for writing this, but I think Glory, and all ponies like her, were owed a space for this poem to be published somewhere, and the Rescue Home was the best place I could think of.
SLM xxx
"From brand new Little Pony on a toy store shelf,
Loved by the little girl who called me Glory,
To a sad old thing who looks nothing like myself,
May I at least share my life's story?
I remember the day in 1984,
When the girl walked into the store to buy me,
She took me off my card and sat me on the floor,
And told me that her name was Emily.
She introduced me to her pony herd one by one,
And then said that we were off to play,
She took us to her tree-house where we all had fun,
And things just got better from that day.
Moondancer and I thought that it was swell,
When we raced through a muddy puddle to give each other a hug,
And we didn't even notice, which is just as well,
When an after-play bath sent the glitter of our magic marks down the plug.
When "trying on make-up", everything went great,
I never noticed my eyelids stained forever blue,
For the next day of play, we could not wait,
Emily was just our dream come true!
But then along came the fateful day,
That comes to every happy toy,
I was sent down to a basement, and there I'd stay,
While Emily just spoke about "the boy".
Many years later, I heard Emily's Mom,
Moving around our box, and wondered why,
I realized soon that it was for us ponies she'd come,
And felt our boxes carried way up high.
Soon we were all removed from that dirty place,
But Emily seemed so old,
I could no longer see any kindness or recognition in her face,
Just a sneer and eyes so very cold...
We had our photos taken as we had long ago,
But now we were not at play,
We heard words that made no sense, passed to and fro,
It seemed that we were being sent away?!
They spoke about the "bidding" on an "auction site",
We were "collectibles" these days, it seems,
But they weren't getting as much money as perhaps they might,
We weren't fulfilling their greedy dreams.
But still later that week we were put in another dark space,
This one was sealed carefully, and moved around,
We felt our enclosure bouncing all over the place,
And heard some very unusual sounds.
The box stopped moving, and we were soon freed,
But nothing was familiar here,
A new set of evil people - eyes filled with greed,
Grinned at us ponies as we shivered with fear.
A few of us were prettied up, and placed on a ledge,
With other "collectibles" ready to "sell on",
But the majority of us were left feeling so on edge,
Wondering what horrors were to come.
My pal, Moondancer, was the first to go,
And it really broke my heart,
To be forced to watch how she was slaughtered made me feel such woe,
It was terrible how she was torn apart.
I don't know all the details, but I'm told,
She was considered "common custom bait",
Emily never thought that, but back then we weren't old,
And hadn't gotten into our current state.
I stood up on the kitchen counter, and shed a silent tear,
As I saw how she was slaughtered on that day,
As they put her in a vat of boiling water, her screams they could not hear,
As her magic life was slowly sucked away.
But then she was removed, as was all her hair,
The remainder of her magic mark was gone,
The humans saw my helpless yelping, as an empty stare,
So I just had to watch along with my old friends, forlorn.
Now Moondancer isn't, if ya know whaddimean,
She's "Sunrunner" or something along those lines,
Her body's striped yellow and blue, and her hair is green,
Oh, how I long for those old, happy times!
I know I'm next on the list of agony,
No-one feels for an old plastic unicorn,
I just have to wait and see what the humans will make of me,
With my frizzed hair, lack of magic marks, and chewed horn.
I dread the day when I feel the change,
Why can't they leave us be?
Humans can be oh, so strange,
Why can't I still be me?
I wish that they could hear me talk -
A pony-loving paradise it ain't!
If they could only see me walk,
They'd know I hate their paint!
So one last time, I beg of you,
Please remember Moondancer's legacy,
Make a Little Pony's dream come true,
And let your ponies be.
I know that it's too late for I,
But when "Glory-fied OOAK" is on e-Bay next week,
Remember, I was not ready to die,
And don't bid for heaven's sake!
I think I've spoken far too long,
And now my time is gone,
Here she comes with her awful vat...",
The sad Little Pony screamed, "So long!"
I know I'm not going to be popular for writing this, but I think Glory, and all ponies like her, were owed a space for this poem to be published somewhere, and the Rescue Home was the best place I could think of.
SLM xxx
And of course you can publish it on the Rescue Home forum - all opinions are welcome...but you knew that, didn't you? 