And now, the AiE writers' pain and sorrow of most deep and true.
 
To pone or not pone; that is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the AiE to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous Rainbros
Or take arms against a sea of Applerapes
And by opposing end them? To clop; to >rape;
No more; and by >rape to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural rustles
The Anon is heir to, tis a consummation
Devoutly to be written. To clop, to >rape;
To clop; perchance to cum; ay, that's how I rub;
For in that clop of joy what tears may come
When we have shuffled off this brony coil,
Must give us pone; there's Equestria
The makes calamity of >kill yourself
For who would bear the sunbutt and yandere of time,
The moonfags' wrong, Dashfags costumely
The pangs of despised love, the update's delay
The insolence of writers and their Anons
That patient merit of the readers takes,
When he himself might his >greentext make
With a bare writskill? Who would fordels bear,
To grunt and sweat under your weary weight
But that dread of something of not death
The undiscovered country from equines born
No travellers return, ponies their will.
And makes us bear those jelly as ill
Than fly to pegasi that we know not of?
Thus ponies does make an heroes of us all
and thus the native ponies of Equestria
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of cheetos
And girths of great food and momentum
With this regard their ponies turn awry
And lose the name of pone. - AiE you now!
The fair Flitter! My best pone
All my clops be remembered.
 
Courtesy of William Shakespeare, the best shaking around.
Based on "Hamlet"'s famous soliloquy, "To be or not to be"
 
Preps to BrotherBear for idea and many of the lines.
 
Wuten pone best narration pone: http://vocaroo.com/i/s07zUqz3LAAr