The Death of Pinkie Pie

Good morning, The Worm, your honor, the crowd will plainly show the prisoner, who now stands before you, was caught red-handed showing FEELINGS, showing FEELINGS of an almost human nature, - oh, wait. Sorry guys, wrong poem/song/whatever. Here goes nothing with my bizzare tale:

Once upon a time in Ponyville

There was a mare

This mare's name

She came from the rock farm

Her name was

Pinkamena Diane Pie

It was a joy to be with her...........

While it lasted.

On one Winter night

Came an extremely rough snowstorm

We were all struck with famine

There was no more food left

There were severe cases of Hypothermia and Frostbite

The snowstorm destroyed our houses

Several ponies were croaking

The snowstorm leveled our Ponyville into a tundra - no, seriously!

But worst of all

She was dying

Our mare

Pinkie Pie

We all shed a tear

For our mare was dead

Her husband came at that very moment

His name being Cheese Sanwich

Sharing both their last french kiss

Both were now cold, lifeless corpses

I could feel the cold

Everypony around me was dying

I was now alone in this world

Everything's fading out

It's all over for Ponyville