((OOC post. I have been pretty busy over the past few days, but I am going to have a lot of free time tomorrow! I Expect to answer a *lot* of questions. See you tomorrow, everypony!))
To ask a question I have come.
Please, tell me, have you ever seen
Predator plants in Everfree?
The ones as big as they could grab
A whole pony in their grasp.
I'm sorry if my rhymes are wrong,
Since English isn't my mother's tongue.
I’ve seen such things in this my wood
Where wand’ring rarely does you good.
You are correct, my clever friend!
Against my stress it seems to fend.
Can be interesting
But also quite perplexing
Can you help me start?
This might well throw you for a loop:
Just start by simply making soup!
Potions are just more specialized
Of sim’lar stuff they are comprised.
How in the world did you learn that trick?
I learned it from a unicorn
Who balanced only on her horn!
She was more impressive by far
Truly a circus pony star.
((No I haven’t! (<- is terrible at keeping up with ED) but it sounds adorable))
To these couplets I’m simply drawn;
they’re effortless for me to don!
or are my kin just folklore?
I know not those of which you speak,
Perhaps these creatures are quite meek?
Tell me friend, do you write?
(Slant rhyming makes me sad,
And that one was rather bad)
Writing has this permanence
That to me makes little sense.
I say a thing and then move on.
No sense in dwelling on what’s gone.
Just give me the most foul tasting herb you have....
Else, i will have to remove my own tongue, and i'd rather not.
At your request, here’s something foul
Made from the droppings of an owl.
It will kill taste buds, but the pain
Will destroy almost any stain.