Meta Morphosis (RIP figure skating / hail and rain)
A girl played with her little pony.
The adventures were amazing and stony.
She dreams of someday a turning it into a real pony.
Before the adventure she takes care
of the little ponies melting hair.
The snowy pony climbs the mountainous chair.
Now its cat versus the pony but no one plays fair.
Snowy has become real and enchanting.
Snowflakes are a swirl of energy beyond implanting.
A little pony had a chance to be real
But the sun holds the power to its evaporating heart.
No one save it or freeze it apart.
She tries to race ponies with her best friend.
Yet the snowy pony is starting to melt before summers end.
Her friends pony starry has a better motor.
Hear the technical difficulties of a girl creator.
She entrusts the pony with an emerald necklace.
So it’s the pony’s fault it got lost in the seaside’s mad race.
Her tears spiral down chastising the little pony with grace.
Her love was only mechanically infused with power.
It tore out the reason to live for the little pony.
This sent melting snowy drowning through an endless sea.
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