Dear Apple Bloom
By Typhlosionboy
Your flank might be blank,
but I don’t give a frank.
Diamond Tiara,
she isn’t no Italian Viera.
So who gives a hoot,
tell her to hit the boot.
Then for the spoon of silver,
tell her she is chopped onions and liver.
Maybe then the day will come you will be free, and will smile proudly,
bright with glee.