Scribble's Scribbles: Soarin' Poem

>Small colt with big dreams.
>Heavy goggles, extra seams.
>Finished with two mares, who caused him to blush.
>Placing in the top three of the academy, what a rush.
>Though Spitfire and Fleety loved to tease.
>It was their sweet behavior that put him at ease.
>When the three went out, they rubbed against him while drinking
>Lower and lower their bodies had been sinking
>They weren’t afraid to act like mares
>Though publicly sucking him got a few stares
>He was lucky, the little sky horse
>And oh bless Luna, Spitfire’s tongue was coarse