Traveler's Song
by Icefaerie10111

I have sailed the sands to Sakhmet
From the valley of Sutek's tomb,
Hidden in the desert mist,
Eyes feasting upon the runes.

I have braved the tides of Maraqua,
Dove to the Bubbling Pit,
I have stared into a Jetsam's eyes
Upon a Krawkian ship.

I've been a smuggler of dubloons
And chatted up a pirate Koi;
I learned to tie the sailor's knot
And witnessed misery and joy.

“Paradise lay south!” they sing
From Altador's shining docks.
But my tragic, sweet Lutari Island,
Outside of my bitter reach, it mocks.

That Cold October Day
by Kristykimmy

'Twas not so long ago,
That Xandra did take away 
The eerie Chia dear, Nox,
On a cold October day.

For many years he haunted
The woods thick and deep,
Frightening children large and small,
Making them afraid to sleep.

He and M.A.G.A.X. were once friends,
Partners in villainy deep,
Then did M.A.G.A.X. turn
Friendship into to hatred steep.

And throughout the years,
We did but think,
That Nox could not be beat,
Yet he was gone in a blink.

M.A.G.A.X. did gape,
Neopia did cry,
Because of Xandra's villainy
And her lies.

The long years gone by,
The woods less dreadful a place,
Yet safer routes do nothing to stop our sighs,
Nor fill that empty space.

And all because of that cold October day,
When our dear old Nox,
Xandra did take away.

Diary Of A Spooky Food Eating Contestant
by Christinehmackay

Chomp, chew, swallow,
It's almost hard to bare,
There's ooze all over my face
And Meepit eyes in my hair.

Bones are flying everywhere,
I'm over three rounds behind,
But i'm gonna catch up to them --
Its just matter over mind.

Starting to get full now,
There's only so much slime one can take.
Oh no! Here comes the chef
With some more pumpkin tray bake.

At last its almost over,
My clothes are feeling tight,
With one last push I fork in 
As much food with all my might.

"THE WINNER IS ..." he booms,
but sadly it's not me.
I gave it my all, but oh well...
At least I got fed for FREE!

The Chocolate Factory
by Martia_elior

There's a very famous place 
in the Neopian Bazaar,
which attracts many coming 
from near and far.
It's a big, brown tower 
with a red flag on the rooftop
and a fake lift bridge 
that leads you into the shop.

As soon as you walk through the door
you'll glance and see what is in store;
candies, lollypops, and the finest chocolate
you will ever be able to find on the market.

Who's this guy with a top hat 
that sits behind the counter?
He likes to chat with the customers, 
but he's not a blabber.
He generally wears a blue jacket 
and a pair of white gloves,
and he doesn't allow anyone else 
to do the work he loves.

This yellow Kiko, with a simple gaze, 
is able to get
which one of his yummy treats 
is more than perfect
for whom is admiring his high-quality selection. 
And he obviously hopes 
you'll follow his suggestion.

So, what will you choose in the end? 
Gummies, candies, or a truffles blend?
He assures you that 
whatever you decide to buy
you will find yourself more than satisfied.

Ballad Of The Hungry Gelert
by Keyboardfire

My owner's good with Neopoints,
She pinches every one,
So every day, it's omelette, yay...
My mealtimes have never been fun.

My owner and I play Tombola
And usually we lose,
But from time to time, the stars align --
We've won Petpets, a lamp, and some food.

Now, usually these items
Find themselves in our shop on the shelf.
I hardly care, and wouldn't dare
To take any of them for myself.

I'd never pursue a new Petpet --
That would hurt my poor Liobits' feelings!
And my chiefest delight is the natural light
That creeps in through the holes in our ceiling.

I will, however, confess --
And please, don't spread this around --
If my owner knew, what I'll say here to you
I'd likely wind up in The Pound.

One morning, after my omelette,
I felt as yet so deprived.
Before I could think, 
While our shopkeeper blinked,
I'd snitched our edible Tombola prize.

The shopkeep didn't notice,
I escaped with the cake in my hands,
Dusted with chocolate, 
It sweetened my pocket,
A treat from Faerieland.

I scurried under a tree,
In its shadows, my pastry, I claimed --
I savoured three bites, 
Then the chocolate delight
Succumbed to the flavors of shame. 

I thought of my poor owner
Saving, and slaving at games,
With the hope that, one day, 
I'd proudly display
A pelt decked in stars, stripes, or flames.

How far had I set us back? 
How much would the cake have commanded?
My stomach churned; I almost yearned
To confess, and be reprimanded.

The rest of the day trailed by
While I crouched in the shade of the boughs.
The cake in my gut had me caught in a rut;
No options, to me, seemed allowed.

The daylight around me turned dark,
My owner expected me home,
My stomach still heavy, I rose, unsteady,
And walked as though to my tomb.

My Neohome came into view,
A small hovel erected in dirt,
In the window I spied -- then emitted a cry --
A silhouette; standing rigid and terse.

Could the shopkeep have noticed my pilfer?
Had they discussed me, in serious tones?
Had she waited all day, 
For the moment she may,
Informed me that I'd been disowned? 

As I dragged myself up the pathway,
My owner saw me and opened the door,
Her face made me groan; 
Her expression was sown
With pain, regret, and dolour.

“Dots,” she sighed, her voice heavy.
“Come inside. I have something to tell you.”
The door shut behind me; 
The fate been assigned me
Seemed more fitting for a puddle of goo.

With bated breath I awaited
Her order to pack my possessions.
My Liobits? That was it.
Would she take him, to teach me a lesson?

“Dots,” she said. She sat on the floor.
“I'm sorry for this evening's meal.
I wanted to take that sweet faerie cake --
But someone thought it fit to steal!”

“What?” I said. “But didn't you wish
To tender that cake in our shop?
I chanced to walk by, and in there I spied
the cake, on the shelf near the top.”

“I put it in our shop,” she said,
“But it was not for sale.
I stored it there, then I repaired
To the Games Room. In quest of our grail!”

She'd given away another fine day,
Racking up points to our name,
And here I priced, the sacrifice
Of chocolate, too much of a pain.

“Don't worry,” I cried to my owner,
As I laid my red head on her shoulder.
“Though omelette's a bore, it's you I adore!”
I meant every word that I told her.

My owner grinned and hugged me,
Her sadness my words had erased.
Though my theft I withheld, 
Since then, I've excelled
At wolfing down omelette with grace.