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Ode to the Giant Omelette
Thousands come from far away
To taste the omelette of the day.
Bacon, broccoli, sausage, or cheese,
Take a slice, whichever you please!
Sun-baked eggs on Tyrannian stone
Sizzle and fry on the plateau alone.
Get ready, hold your forks up high,
Now, dear omelette, say goodbye!
Grab a napkin... no wait! A towel!
But watch out for Sabre-X's growl...
One slice for you and a slice for me.
That's all you'll get today, says he.
The Haunted Woods
Eyes aglow like crimson lamps,
A sinister ray of light,
Who goes there, wandering, wandering?
Amidst the haunted night?
Towers, trees the very sight
Will make your stomach churn,
Come and try the haunted house --
You may just not return!
Be careful where your steps are took
And never go alone,
Here a voice from Edna's tower!
"Welcome to my home..."
The Esophagor wails hungrily,
The Brain Tree casts a stare,
Past the castle you will find
A lonely deserted fair.
Test your strength or spin the Wheel!
Prizes to make you sing!
"Fixed?" They cry with innocent smiles.
"How dare you say such a thing?!"
The Haunted Woods, an eerie place,
Yet filled with tricks and drive!
I promise you a 'killer' time --
If you make it out alive...
As Foreman strong he came to us
With bluster and with rage,
By moving sand and furniture,
Evil he helped us engage.
Then he appeared as Janitor
With anger over the top,
And in the Hall of Heroes
He can still be found with mop.
A Caretaker arrived in a spooky plot,
With fur blue instead of orange.
And he grumbled over his precious books
And screamed things like 'GRAHORANGE!'
And finally, in a testing ship,
A Yurbot we ran across.
His mechanical obsession with the rules
Kept him permanently cross.
Yet, roaring as he always is,
(And threatening, he could claim),
The Angry Yurble still makes us laugh --
We love him just the same.
Through swirling mists I hiked and trod,
Fair Shenkuu in my sights.
I sought the store so many seek,
That holds untold delights.
Mystical Surroundings lay ahead,
My Neopoints shone bright.
I sought the perfect background here,
The one that was just right.
Which backdrop would display my pet,
In all his flawless ways?
I'd given careful thought to this,
(And then saved up for days!)
But as I gazed around that store,
I raised my quaking voice.
"So many backgrounds here to see,
How could I make one choice?"
Would my pet look rather drab,
With rainy grey in back?
Perhaps a creepy, crawly cave,
Awash in shadowed black.
Doughnuts tumbling from the sky,
Would add some colour, true.
Yet clouds that drift like silken white,
Are pretty mixed with blue.
Faerie swirls and raging flame,
Perhaps a box of brown?
Perhaps a basic red or green,
With stars that tumble down.
A tribute to a Cup team too
Might make a pretty scene.
A grassy meadow? Gormball Field?
Both toned in vibrant green.
The choices did quite overwhelm,
I grabbed the first in sight.
I hope my pet says "Dung Cave? Great!"
When I get home tonight!
There is a place, or so I'm told,
Beneath the oceans blue,
A place where ancient spirits sleep,
And ghost stories come true.
Silent as an arrow shot,
And glowing like the moon,
The waters here are haunted by
The ghost of a lagoon.
His fragile scales, translucent now,
Produce a gentle sheen,
His tattered fins surround his gills,
A veil of aquamarine.
The spectre drifts by, aimlessly,
Along the ocean floor,
It is his fate to drift alone,
To never glimpse the shore.
His dead eyes red from loneliness,
He barely even sighs.
The ghost has wandered for so long,
He recalls not e'en the sky.
Some ghosts are made to frighten,
And some live to deceive,
But he is meant to float alone,
To wallow in his grief.
He knows not why he wanders, for
Those memories are vague.
He only knows he's doomed to this,
this endless watery grave.
This is his tragedy, you see, although
He carried out no crime,
To live for an eternity,
Forever lost in time.
The Ghost Koi's tale has now been told,
So now I'm asking you:
In a place where ancient spirits sleep,
can ghost stories come true?
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