Hymn to Evil
by christos1993

Hear now the songs of the Duchess,
the secrets Sloth hid in the fright.
Burn mark was their remedy’s pathway, 
That now they bring forth to incite.

Von Roo and Hubrid Nox of magic, 
That excel in the woodland alike, 
Aeonian and rejuvenating, 
And power of ten thousand Sklyde.. 

And Kreludor of beyond deep in thought. 
The oldest of Faeries are invoked here, 
The Great Work of Fyora is sought. 
In this land and in this tower
We call upon the battle cower.

King Hagan's Court
by sophieninetyfive

The square before the castle is abuzz with eager talk 
A thousand 'pets have gathered, from Kacheek to Lupe to Krawk 
From all around Neopia the scholars come to play 
For Hagan, King of Brightvale, is holding court today 

The contest? To bring wisdom to the ears of this wise King 
Far harder than it sounds, for he has heard most everything! 
He knows of near and far-off lands, he travels and he roams 
He's read a thousand books and parchments, tablets, scrolls, and tomes 

So how will you impress this King? What wisdom will you share? 
It has to be a golden fact, a jewel beyond compare 
And make sure you prepare yourself, for if you start to fail 
He'll stop you and dismiss you before you can say "Brightvale!" 

You're next in line! Don't mess this up! I hope you're set to go 
The King is waiting calmly for your wisdom to bestow 
But if he should dismiss you out with all the common folk 
I hear his brother Skarl is always looking for a joke!

Ode to Toy
by penpenx

I've worked myself into a frenzy
To comrades I'm now but a bore
but isn't it simply their envy
of all the cute treasures I score?

These days I am nuts for stuffed toys
The Meerca; the JubJub; the Draik
Objections, to me, sound like noise
that jealous fun-ruiners make

Put the blame not upon Plushie Palace
but rather, incriminate me
Obsession and zeal turned me callous
but it's my fault, I truly agree

My bank account's dwindling fast
I hope that one day I may heal.... oh!
King Altador Plushie at last!
Five million Neopoints? What a steal!

The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo Plushie of Prosperity
by indulgences

It's such a poor, unhappy guy.
Its eyes are rimmed with red.
This creature will not hug you back,
Rejecting you instead.

Its skin is patched with worn-out cloth,
A dismal shade of blue.
It's just a toy, it's stuffed with down,
And yet, it suffers too.

No matter if you want to give
This Plushie love and care.
Its mind is so despondent, and
It's full of bleak despair.

You'll try to hug its gloomy self.
The wretched thing will weep.
This creature is quite woebegone,
A mournful, Plushie heap.

It occupies a lofty tree,
And here, this toy will stay.
It glares at all the visitors
Until they go away.

This Plushie is quite desolate.
Its outlook is quite grim.
Its sorrow is quite genuine,
And not a hoax or whim.

Despite its outward frigidness,
Please hug this Plushie close.
It craves your love, despite its woe,
And always is morose.

The Chomby Chooser
by icysnowe

I know, I know
I'm late to the show.
Chomby Carnival ended a while ago;
The chatter has settled and the news is old.

The thing is -- I simply cannot hide
All this joy welling up inside.
Since that day, my Chomby family, my pride
Has been expanded and diversified.

So hear now, take a listen,
To the rumbling sound in the distance.
Loud, ominous and brazen,
These are the footsteps of my Chomby kinsmen.

I was young when I got my first Chomby --
Born a Bruce, not quite what he should be.
Then I chanced upon a Magical Chomby Plushie
And as they say, the rest of it is history.

These fine Neopets are enormous,
With an uncanny resemblance to the Brontosaurus.
Despite their size, they are the gentlest
No need to fear -- they’re herbivorous!

Through their eyes they tell a story,
Of a world that existed before we came to be.
They move with elegance — slow and steady;
Prehistoric by nature, they inspire me.

This love for Chombies, I could never eschew,
Hence over the years my collection grew.
Every Chomby day, I’d be the first in queue!
The Create-A-Neopet staff would chorus, “Oh, it’s you.”

This year, when Chomby Day came,
I could hardly control, very barely contain
The glee and excitement pulsing through my veins.
“So let the preparations begin again!”

The Neopian Times
by alyndasgallery

If you ever ask which of the days,
Is my favourite of the week.
I'll answer without hesitating,
And yell 'It's Friday!' with a shriek.

Is it because the week is done,
Is that why Friday makes you smile?
Well sure, that's great, but that's not it,
And you'll see why in a while.

No, Friday is special in my books,
As great as great can be.
For that's the day the paper's out,
The day that we can all read!

The Neopian Times is what I mean,
A new issue as each week is done.
With stories and questions and articles,
The quality is second to none!

I huddle up with my trusty newspaper,
And sip a big mug of steaming hot tea.
It's such a good way to unwind,
And I love the way it relaxes me!

Friday is drawing near yet again,
Now you know why it makes me smile.
Maybe you can try reading it for yourself,
The Neopian Times is worth your while!