Stopping by Fluffs on a Snowy Evening
by Anon Frost
 
Whose herd this is I think I know.
Their smarty's frozen in the snow;
They'll never meet tomorrow's cheer
Unless a kind Anon does show.
 
My shitty car must think it queer
To stop with fluffies oh so near
When all their short lives it could take:
The best kill streak so far this year.
 
The engine's stalling by mistake
As if to ask why you would brake
Before some fluffies in the dirt
With all their worthless lives at stake.
 
This poem is silly and overt.
But I'm a sadistic pervert,
With fluffy ponies yet unhurt,
With fluffy ponies yet unhurt.