“Rest In Spaghetti, Never Forghetti”  
(Based on a true story. No animals were harmed in the making of this, except Fluttershy.)
 
Fluttershy,  
Up in the sky,  
Was flapping around quite useless…  
Why?
 
To help the ladybugs migrate!  
(Do they migrate?)  
(Who cares?)  
(Too late!)
 
Shrunk down she was  
To better do  
Her futile work…  
Watch out! ‘bove you!
 
Out of the blue  
– Quite literally –  
Came dashing down  
– ‘gain literally –
 
A multi-colored pegasus  
On collision course  
And oblivious  
Of the yellow one.
 
She had to dodge!  
To swerve!  
And dropped  
Into a bowl of wet spaghet.
 
A nice soft landing  
– She was glad –  
Though sticky too,  
But not too bad.
 
Then suddenly  
A pasta spoon  
– A quite enomous pasta spoon –  
Swooped down to seal her fate.
 
Excavating a whole serving  
Incidently burying  
A squirming, wriggling pegasus.  
Finally slapped onto a plate.
 
Thick and viscid pasta strands  
Had wrapped around her every limb.  
Panicked to find an exit now  
Before it was too late.
 
Her pasta dangling rear perked up,  
After quite some winding.  
But nothing more, her head was stuck!  
And nopone heard her crying.
 
Boiling, steaming, buring sauce  
Came rushing down  
Into her throat,  
Spoiling any further calls.
 
Then violently a giant fork  
Descended down without a care  
Therethrough bursting her frail skull;  
Her tiny pony mind went dull.
 
Gruesomely, as if to mock,  
The pasta kept her legs’ support  
Thereby her behind was forced  
To keep itself displayed.
 
A yellow mare, now she’s dead  
And does “Rest in spaghetti”.  
At least that’s what her gravestone reads.  
We shall “never forghetti”.