TDMBGPOP DAY SPECIAL

The Special Grundo Of Faerieland
by Blessed_faerie

This Grundo is everyone’s favorite,
Although he never has much to say.
I think it’s time to celebrate him:
He deserves his own special day!

His name is such a mouthful,
We call him TDMBGPOP for short.
You can find some special plushies
Within his Faerieland fort.

He was found ten years ago,
But he never really said a lot.
After The Faeries' Ruin
He became stuck in the treetops!

He still doesn’t say much,
But he’ll give away some toys.
Just be quiet when you approach him:
He really doesn’t like noise!

He has a lot of power
To both do good and to do bad.
He can heal your 'pet or make her happy,
But he can also make her hungry or sad.

It’s time to celebrate this special Grundo,
We’ll call it TDMBGPOP Day!
Not only will we have a blast,
But it’s a lot of fun to say!

Uncrowned, Up High, Devoid Of Sleep
by Flufflepuff

Uncrowned, up high, devoid of sleep,
A plushie swings with breath of wind.
Nobody knows who cast him there
Or if the plushie had once sinned,
Deserting his Neopian love.
The Grundo plushie went unknown
Until after a crater formed --
No longer were the clouds his home.
Instead, a pedestal of shame
And lilac air was where he dwelt.
He'd been suspended from a tree
With no regard for how he felt.
His new abode did garner fame
As Neopets did visit, stay.
So, he began to bestow gifts:
Uncrowned, up high, he did remain.

A Tragic Figure
by Rielcz

I have a past as hazy as a dream.
I rest in branches, watching, yet it seems
I've been forgotten once or twice or more;
Pass'd into the realm of faerie folklore.

Once on a cloud I've crash'd down with the land
But even still I show a helping hand,
A tinge of magic offer'd where I could;
Acting on ev'ry chance to do some good.

So prosperous I was so long ago
And still, wealth to the wary I bestow,
For I've the pow'r but no longer the need;
Encouraging compassion, hope -- my creed.

I am fallen yet I'm not crestfallen.
I wait, wonder, when I'll be seen again,
And in the meantime lie up in my tree;
I'm the magical blue Grundo plushie.

The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo Plushie Of Prosperity
by Indulgences

So sadly weeping... lonesome, too,
This Grundo is quite blue of hue.
His eyes are shimmering with tears.
His heart is full of gloomy fears.

He's quite deserted, quite alone,
Though Faerieland's his rightful home.
He's isolated on his tree,
Unable to cheer up or flee.

His life is dreary, waiting for
That special player who'll adore
His special, squishy, fabric self...
Not leave him, glum, upon a shelf.

I ask the Grundo what he wants.
He's sad, but bravely nonchalant.
He simply wants a friend to hug.
He follows with a careless shrug.

So that is all, to make him smile?
I clap and cheer, I yell for miles.
I grab this Grundo close and squee.
The Grundo gasps, and cries, "Yippee!"

I've made a brand new friend today!
We celebrate, embrace, and play!
My friend will never be alone.
He's now the happiest
Merriest
Perkiest
Discarded Magical Blue Grundo 
Plushie Of Prosperity
Ever known!

TDMBGPOP Musings
by Agedbeauty

Sad little plushie, dangling in the air,
Poor squishy bit of fluff, 
Who left you there?

Little Grundo plushie, what have you seen,
And why isn’t my 'pet hungry; 
What does that mean?

Tiny blue plushie, have you known joy
Or is it that only when we find
Some other toy?

Poor Grundo plushie, who fixed your stitches,
And why, when we come here,
Do we find riches?

Wee little plushie, where are you from?
Why is my 'pet sad now,
So tearful and glum?

Clever little plushie, why do you stay so mute,
And why can we visit only once, 
A rule so absolute?

Silent little Grundo, do you have a plan,
And do you ever think about,
How it all began?

Sad Grundo plushie, why do you mope?
As visitors file in each day...
Do you ever hope?

The Discarded Grundo Of Prosperity
by Dortho

Just a little blue Grundo resting in a lake,
Sad and in stitches, for goodness' sake! 
Having visitors cheered him up a bit; 
There, however, he continued to sit. 

A little lake in Faerieland... oh goodness, why?
Back in the day, when it was still high in the sky. 
Then Xandra came, and the land 
Fell to the ground with a curse. 
Could it possibly get any worse?

Faerieland landed, too much turbulence;
Certainly, there was a noticable difference.
The discarded Grundo found a new fate 
That was much different than being in a lake. 

Hanging from his hindside, from a tree, 
He's still moping, for all to see, 
Still loving to be visited every day... 
Even if you cannot help, it's okay!

Visits are appreciated, 
Know this and try not to frown, 
You never know what 
You might find on the ground! 
While he may be resting, sleeping and sound. 

You might find some Neopoints 
That have dropped, 
Plushies, toys, and food that also plopped.
Some have a hunch and feel its safe to say,
It's the Grundo's way of thanking you 
For visiting him on any given day!

Thoughts Of The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo Plushie
by Jade__r

The discarded Grundo plushie waits all day
For other Neopians to come and play.
The Grundo does not ask for all that much,
Just a kind word, small chat and such.

He cannot remember, no, not at all --
How he came to be here, maybe a fall?
Memories of floating on clouds are strong,
But now, stuck on a tree branch all year long! 

At least caught in this shady tree he stays cool,
While wistfully staring at the Fountain Faerie pool.
He sees many others enter this spellbinding place
Then exit again with a whole new look in place!

He is very grateful to be in stuck Faerieland,
Better than the Lost Dessert with all its hot sand.
The beautiful faeries 
Sometimes keep him company
And make him laugh when he feels a bit grumpy.

He likes to give special gifts to those who visit,
In the hopes they might be able spare a minute.
Secretly wishing someone kind and generous
Will take him home 
And treat him just precious.

Lost To Love -- TDMBGPOP
by Chelsey22189

Left alone, abandoned one day,
This little blue plushie could no longer play.
His owner had either forgotten or lost
The cute squishy Grundo 
That was dropped or tossed.

So, the little blue Grundo sat and waited
In the faerie clouds to which he was fated,
In hopes that his owner will someday return
Once they realized 
He was lost and became concerned.

But the days passed by 
And no one seemed to remember
The poor little plushie, 
Until one tragic day in December
When Faerieland was destroyed 
And turned into a wreck
And the plushie fell until 
A tree caught him by the neck.

This poem seems like a tragic kind of tale,
But don’t you worry, the plushie will prevail
Because something magical happened that hour,
For a spell of prosperity, 
The plushie was empowered.

And ever since, 
When the plushie receives a guest,
They leave feeling very blessed.
So, the blue Grundo went from being so alone
To being very popular and extremely well-known.

The sad blue plushie is no longer a loner
And went from sitting, missing his owner,
To having millions of people love him each day
And he will never again be lost or thrown away.

Discarded
by Xavields

o_O

This is the lament of a magical plushie:
A toy whose self-awareness creates
A forsaken life of unfulfilled yearning.

We found him on a cloud,
Discarded by a careless figure
Unbeknownst to us.

There he sat waiting;
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For his stroke of prosperity.

He is a silent observer;
Crashing to the surface with the faeries,
Hoping his owner would be grounded.

Day by day, Neopians passed;
None of them were familiar
In his blue Grundo brain.

Now he hangs from a tree;
Offering items and money,
No longer anticipating his reunion.

The Discarded Magical Blue 
Grundo Plushie of Prosperity
gives plushies away every day.
He does not do this to be
Reunited with his owner.
He gives away plushies because
He knows that loneliness is mutual.
He knows that his owner feels just as
Discarded
And he doesn't want any other Neopian to feel 
Discarded.

...

Hello, Mr Grundo
by Fleurdust

Hello, Mr Grundo,
And how are you today?
Me? I'm fine. Just passing time
'Til I must be on my way.

Anything new, Mr Grundo?
Any stories you can tell?
You don't seem much of a talker, as such,
But I bet you listen well.

Are you alright, just hanging there?
You look a little droopy,
If it were me hanging from a tree
I think I'd soon go loopy.

Sorry, Mr Grundo.
I'm taking up your time.
I'm sure you have better things to do
Than listen to me rhyme.

I'll be on my way, then.
On, to my journey's end.
All alone, all on my own -- 
You see, I haven't many friends.

Excuse me, Mr Grundo?
Does this belong to you?
A Faerie Bori Plushie
Just for me?! Thank you!