The Ballad of Bloomberg

[Sneaky 54]

Okay, so here's something I thought of doing after watching Season 1 Episode 21, the one where they all go to Appleoosa and have conflict with the buffalo. It's about the apple tree that Applejack is obsessing over. This poem does not reflect my writing, do not think I write like this, it was just something fun to do. Nonetheless, enjoy, and tell me what you think.

 

And on a side note: it has a very small joke about homosexuality. I don't think it would offend anyone, but if you decide not to read that's fine.

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The Ballad of Bloomberg

 

There was a tree named Bloomberg

His life was filled with glory.

But, his tale's unsaid

So lay back in bed

and let me tell you his story.

 

When Bloomberg went to

Appleoosa, he was overjoyed!

He was happy to help

With this marvelous exploit.

Although he was happy

He got a bit sappy

When he knew

If he were to do

This he would have to leave

Applejack behind.

 

At least he had his own bed

Syke! 

He had to share with Spike

"Hey!" the apple tree

Tried to say,

"I'm not gay!"

But when he looked and saw

The young dragon's head

He said,

"Okay, maybe on Tuesday."

 

The next day

To his dismay

He was kidnapped!

By a band of buffalo

Who with he had to go

He said one last goodbye

To his sweet apple pie

Applejack...

*sigh*

 

When he was taken

He knew he was bacon

Just kidding; buffalo don't eat meat

But they do love anything sweet.

 

He knew he was safe

When he saw their face(s)

Spike,

Rainbow, and Pinkie

This sight, made him want to squee

But he couldn't.

He was a tree.

 

The next day was nothin'

But buffalo huffin'

Because they wanted to torture

All in the orchard

But couldn't;

The settlers wouldn't

Have any of it.

 

The day after that

From where he sat

Pies

Blocked out the skies.

The horrors he saw

He could not bear;

He watched

Pony and buffalo fall.

 

But wait!

In the middle of it all

A pony and buffalo stand tall.

There he knew

A friendship grew

Between the two

At last! 

This is great!

 

He was planted

Into the hill

And there he stood, keeping vigil.

But when he saw her

He couldn't help but bother

To become horny

(whoops, did I ruin the story?)

 

They hugged their last goodbye

Applejack let out an audible sigh.

When he shuddered

His leaves fluttered

Applejack laughed

He wanted to cry.

 

So today, when you go to Appleoosa "Where's ol' Bloomberg?" you should say.

There, above them all

He stands tall

On the hill, keeping vigil.

But, here's a fact:

Every night, he looks for one sight

His love, Applejack.

[Fluffykins the Cat 139]

Ugh, it's a poem. *Mumbers*

Oh well, I read it, and it's quite good, and it takes the role of the tree as well, because it said "He was a tree.".

[Sneaky 54]

it takes the role of the tree as well, because it said "He was a tree.".

 

Hahaha. I'll post something else after breakfast in regards to your wasted time here.