Prose flashes a crooked little smile, and sticks out a hoof. "Hey now, no worries. No hard feelings?"
Blueshield shook her head. "I was never a specialist with poetic composition myself. I shall refrain from contributing in that area."
"Poetry is poetry," Prose smirks. "And Iambic Pentameter isn't basic, per se. The fact that a pony can be bothered to create or recite any sort of poetry - from lymeric to sonnet - is enough to impress me."
"Also, your haiku had proper meter, but a proper haiku focuses on a specific item, typically highlighted or addressed in the first line, like a butterfly, or a thundercloud, so on and so forth," he tells Snow with a cheeky little smile. "Nice try though."
"Also, to offer a retort..."
"Grim mortality,
Always waiting patiently,
Why fear what must be?" he muses aloofly, throwing out another haiku.
"Or, if you'd prefer something more traditional..." he smirks.
"Death shall come for all in due course.
From bravest hound, to meekest horse.
Those who fear it and those who flee,
Can't escape what must always be.
So why fear what you cannot fight?
Enjoy your time, til coming Night."
His poem concluded, Prose gives another crooked little smirk. "Never been to fond of iambic pentameter, personally. More of a tetrameter kinda stallion..."