A vacation down south, they had all sought

Mexicolt tickets, they had all bought

Each of the mares, had a reason to travel

To go see new sights, let tension unravel

Now they were here, leaving the train

The day had grown late, sun starting to wane

As darkness crept up, the street lights were lit

Sounds started to grow, as luck would have it

Twilight remembered, from what she had read

Today was the day, for Mexicolt dead

Los Dias de Los Muertos, seemingly grim

'Stead they saw parties, smiles filled to the brim

As the night wore on, they felt out of place

Except for the Pink, who soon set the pace

They put on sombreros, becoming a sight

They had much to do, t'was young: the night

As hours passed by, they were entranced

From dazzling lights, and how they had danced

The days that came after

Found six friends with cheer

Their hearts filled with laughter

Ready for next year