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- 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?
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