A Poem

Regarding The Downsides of Adventurous Wives
By Scrivener Blooms


As much as I love you, Luna my dear,
There are times when I really don't like you I fear.

After all, I know it's not quite normal, you see,
For it to hurt when I have to pee.

And while I know our lifestyle can be quite fun,
We shouldn't sleep with everypony under the sun.

Yes, usually you manage to choose the right mare,
But next time let's use a better tactic than 'truth or dare.'

I have to note as well I insisted we just take our leave,
But you were the one who said 'a playmate we must retrieve!'

Of course, now I'm wishing despite how awkward it was,
We didn't choose the male but that stallion because

I would gladly give up some of my masculinity (the little that's left),
If it left me without an aching virility (even if my rump became bereft).

But I was proud and foolish, I will eat my share of the pie,
If only because if I blame you completely, you will make me die.

Sure it was fun, and I have to admit you always choose well,
But heaven was short lived, and now my crotch itches like hell.

So tonight let's make like we're normal, and just dine by the fire,
While both of us suffer from this sexually-transmitted ire.