Title:           Dan of the Klan
Author:          MintCondition453
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/CE49NKvt
First Edit:      Thursday 5th of June 2014 09:06:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 5th of June 2014 09:06:33 PM CDT

In a town called New Orleans,
There lived a fellow named Dan
The town is irrelevant to the plot of this poem
But this fellow was in a Klan

A yard, a fire, a cross
The poor scene was tragic
In a wallet nearby, there was embossed
The words 'Friendship is Magic'

This fellow Dan
Involved with the Klan
At home found a surprise
Before his own very eyes
A pony, designed by him

This tiny polyester pony
A deep secret to wield
A simple touch
Dan's fate was sealed

He couldn't have known
The gift wouldn't have shown
Now it's begun
He will be
A cute little pone

It first began
A numbness instilled
Lost use of hands
He'd wish he'd been killed

His face a new mask
And fur on his person
Soon walking upright
Was an arduous task

A door broke down
A man appeared
Was all it took
Dan was gone for good

Awoken by sound
Dan looked around
And he soon found
He was bound

Neck to wall
Hands to ground
A lack of sense
He wasn't so dense
As to think he'd changed forms

A few days had passed
The man come and gone
Dan finally asked
"What happened to my form?"

The man replies
That he'd simply surmised
That the old Dan was no more

Why even bother
When you know for a fact
You'll be in a collar
In a day perhaps

Dan soon grew to like this position
The little mare body
For use it was itchin'
Though he now thought of it oddly

He realized stifling a groan
Something was changing
His brain rearranging
Making him
An obedient pet pone

He soon found
Many ways around
This odd voice in her head
Telling her not to be a pet

This little pet pone
From scum to a pet
It makes you think
I wonder who's next?
