>Day poetic gimmick in Equestria.
>Wake up to the sun of Celestia.
>Do your morning routine.
>Get all nice and clean.
>Prepare for Flutters to test-a ya.
 
>Head downstairs to the kitchen for repast.
>Wonder aloud [spoiler] [/spoiler] “When was the time I had meat last?”
>And now for a shocker.
>Your door meets your knocker.
>A meeting with ‘Shy you had forecast.
 
>Groan and huff and head to the door.
“What fetish attempt will she have in store?”
>Open the door with a [spoiler] [/spoiler] “What?!”
“What do you want you horrible slut?!”
>The guest at your door’s jaw hits the floor.
 
>Turns out that you yelled at the wrong p0ny.
>This one’s less yellow, more stripey, more bony.
>”Stop rhyming, you prick!”
>”You’re stealing my shtick!”
>Is Zecora trying to call you a phoney?
 
“Now look here now, Zecora, hunnie.”
“These rhyming accusations aren’t even funny.”
>Hang your arm ‘round her neck.
“You need to get your anger in check.”
“It’s a beautiful day, nice and sunny.”
 
>She pulls away from your friendly embrace.
>Then she scowls and gets up in your face.
>”Now listen here, you big ape!”
>”From my ranting you’ll have no escape.”
“Hey, calm down. Why don’t I take you out someplace?”
 
>Your response seems to knock her off track.
>Maybe now she’ll give you some slack.
>”You’ll take me out?”
>”You aren’t pulling my snout?”
>Well that wasn’t exactly a comeback...
 
>She smiles. “Well then, where is it you’d like to go?”
>”P0nyville’s not a town I very much know.”
>You ponder and think.
”This place kinda stinks...”
”Oh! How about a Vinyl Scratch show?”
 
>So you walk with Zecora down the road.
>After some interest in you, she had showed.
>You take her out on the town.
>Turned her frown upside-down.
>All during a day you would’ve normally soloed.
 
>Turns out you two had a really good time.
>You have more in common than needing to rhyme.
>You both like trance hardcore.
>And walking the seashore.
>And drink your mare-tinis with lime.
 
>Somehow the two of you end up back at your home.
>It was a good day, but time to ‘Shalom.’
>Of Zecora’s body you are remiss.
>She rears up and gives you a kiss.
>You’re no horsefucker, but hell... ‘When in Rome.'
 
>In the blink of an eye, you’ve crossed a line.
>But with this mare, you think that it’s fine.
>Kisses turn to burning passion.
>The kind not suited to the public fashion.
>You pull away from her. [spoiler] [/spoiler] “Your place or mine?”
 
>The two of you clumsily crash through your door.
>Unaware of the horrors in store.
>Your place is a mess.
>It elicits duress.
>Porn and filly mags litter your floor.
 
>You catch a glimpse of yellow wings outside.
>She must have come to hurt your pride.
“It’s Fluttershy who’s setup this shock.”
“She’s after my ‘hot monkey dock.’”
>However, it’s obvious that you’ve been denied.
 
>”Anon! I didn’t know you were that type of guy!”
>”The kind that like to make young fillies cry?”
>None of your excuses does she believe.
>She turns around and starts to leave.
“It’s all the fault of that
Fucking Fluttershy!”