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El Picklesaur Plushie
I missed that day and I really was sad
The lack of that prize really drove me quite mad
I thought to myself that I really must have it
But I wasn't there that day to go up and grab it
I had to think exactly what I could do
So that I could have this priceless toy, too
It cost me a codestone and a sour blue slushie
But I finally got an El Picklesaur plushie
He flew through the air
With the greatest of ease
My favorite superhero
Doing whatever he may please
That caped man always gets the girl
Get the plushie for yourself and give it a whirl
After a hard day of fighting
With that plush caped crusader
I'd put him away for more adventures later
I get very thirsty from playing with the plushie
Sometimes I wish I still had that slushie
Oh lands of treacherous sphere,
Once prosperous are now in despair.
Hath been summoned from there,
Now resting upon a medieval kingdom faire.
A conflict and a clash,
Whilst the old remains in ash.
To return to a previous state,
And the audacious they desecrate.
For which forces shall we crusade?
And for what realm should I wield my blade?
Whether right or wrong 'tis a vital query,
For only time can answer such an obscurity.
In the end when all has befell,
The rightful kingdom will finally grasp,
The infamous and ill-fated orb at last.
And peace shall traverse from its lull
One foolish Chia,
Thought he was strong
Enough to fight the Snowager,
And boy, was he wrong!
He bought several defence items,
Including many attack,
He had a plan to steal the treasure,
And put it all in a weary old sack.
Then with this weary old sack,
He'd give it to me,
And I'd make my way to Neopia Central,
And donate it all to the Money Tree.
He went to many training courses,
He reached Level 105,
By now he was ready,
And bouncy and alive.
On the day of the escapade,
As soon as he entered the icy dome,
He took one look at the raging Snowager,
And ran all the way back home!
On that one starry night
I cried for my sad plight
my pet I haven't tended to
for a week now or two
my computer, it was not working
my Internet, it was not functioning
so there I walked towards the internet cafe
intending once connected
to go to the Grundo Cafe
my pet, it was lonely and dying
it was sick, not in school and crying
but once there I played with him
till the night grew really dim
for hours I stayed there
not caring time or peoples' stare
for I missed my pet so very much
and my world revolves around Neopia and such
but return to the saddening truth I must
for I was turning my savings to dust
go home then, I will
return next day was the deal
stepping out all I was thinking
how very sad my computer was not working
not minding where I walked
into a hole, my ankle broke
it rained hard after that incident
the stars left but not my accident
but happy my pet was after that
the pain of my foot nothing compared to squat
Finding The Lost City
In the water, off the shore,
Below the Koi, and green sea grass,
I look to see what is there no more.
But then, why am I gazing?
I've never seen, have never known,
What is now splinters of metal and glass,
Was once a city, built from stone.
I'm sure it was amazing.
But now I see! As plain as day,
The flags, the walls, and towers,
Perfectly real, like it has always been that way.
But it just cannot be real.
But most of all, the tiny pets,
With it not within their powers
To know the tragedy they have since met.
And their future pain, I feel.
And now it's gone, a mere hallucination,
The water reflecting the sun's red light,
And I feel like joy only lives in my imagination.
But joy can't be constricted.
The pets of the city had never felt fear,
Nonexistant were hate and fright,
Unimaginable was a sob or a tear.
But they were never pain inflicted.
Now, I turn and go back to that life on land,
But I often stop and wonder;
What, now is nestled on that sand?
But there's no way of going.
And I dream of what is on the ocean floor,
The Koi and sea grass under,
In the water, off the shore.
But what way is there of knowing?
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