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