I wrote this poem a few years ago for my school's literary magazine, then I realized it fit perfectly with the irish folk song
"The Mountains of Mourne." (Carrigdhoun) I plan on recording the song sometime.
Science LessonIt came out of the sky
Like a bowl full of pie,
Swirling in all directions.
To us it announced,
“You shall now be trounced.”
At this we replied, “Objection!”
We took out our guns,
And fired at once.
The aliens saw no connection.
They ignored our yells,
And dodged our shells,
And finally said with inflection:
“We’re tired of this game,
It’s always the same.
Now, prepare for dissection.”
As we gave up our fight,
They responded with spite.
“We’re sorry. It’s Natural Selection.”
Also, some pony poetry.
If I was a PonyIf I was a pony,
I'd be a very pretty pony.
With a silky mane and a bushy tail
And a horn that's very bony.
I'd romp amongst the butterflies,
And ingest cupcake batter.
Then I'd conjure up a potion,
And create some dark matter
If I was a Pegasus,
I'm sure I'd have lots of fun.
Flying amongst the birds and clouds,
But the madness has just begun!
The wrap-up of the winter,
The running of the leaves.
Being an Earth pony,
Sure wouldn't be grieved.
If I was a pony,
I'd be 20% cooler.
But unfortunately I'm not a pony,
So I guess I'm just a loser.
If I was a pony,
Fiddle dum fiddle dee dee
I'd be a very pretty pony
And a pony is the best thing to be.
I am not a pony.
It's really quite tragic.
But at least I have friendship,
And friendship is magic.