Ode to Dr.Sloth
By Starr_Strukk77

This is an ode
To a terrible toad
Who makes Grundos his slaves.
There is no one in this entire world
That he wants to save.
Oh, an ode to a Sloth.

This is an ode
To a huge ugly load
Of meaness and cruelty combined.
For all the horrible stuff he does
He should be greatly fined.
Oh, an ode to a Sloth.

This is an ode
To somone who's never cooked or sewed.
Unless theres a recipe for meanness pie,
Or a way to sew a lie.
Oh, an ode to a Sloth.

This is an ode
To a pile of mold.
Whose cruelty is unmatched.
He never has anything nice to say...
Why am I writing an ode for him anyway?

Edna's Big Trip
By jostlin79

A grumpy old woman,
sitting in gloom.
Impatiently waiting,
in her grey walled room.

The same old routine,
day after day.
Sending neopets hunting,
for minimal pay.

"Why can't I do it?"
she constantly yells.
"I practice each day,
and each potion fails."

Being a witch takes work,
and nothing for her is easy.
Poor Edna just can't get it,
each test makes her queasy.

Sometimes she feels,
forces are against her.
She looks at her pot,
and thinks, this time for sure.

Daydreaming of succeeding,
as she goes to stir her brew.
Edna stumbles into the pot,
and the change was through.

She was once a woman,
haggard, and old.
After Edna's big trip, she's a Zafara,
the awful color of mold.

Snowager
By FelineQueen66

You look at the Snowager,
asleep in his cave.

You take a deep breath,
and try to be brave.

Your pet looks at you,
but its face can't disguise,

the look of sheer terror
you see in its eyes.

As quiet as a mouse,
you both tiptoe in.

The tunnel's so long,
oh, when will it end?

One curve, two curves,
three curves, four.

At last you reach,
what seems like a door.

You find yourself
in a tunnel anew.

You're starting to worry.
Oh, what will you do?

You walk a short while,
and then you behold

an unsurpassed treasure
of books, neggs, and gold.

Perched on the mound,
is a great icy beast

who's guarding the treasure,
every last piece.

The sight of this creature
has now made you weak.

You flee from the cave
with a cowardly shriek.

You made it out alive,
yet you're filled with sorrow,

for you face the Snowager
all over tomorrow.

Gelert in the Dirt
By Sweet_girl1818

I sat upon my porch one day,
Watching my Gelert at play.
She pranced around the sprinkler,
Getting wet in the spray.
And as I walked away,
I thought everything would be okay.
I went into the kitchen to do a little cooking,
And then to my horror, a little monster came in.

A monster covered in dirt,
Shaped like my little Gelert.
But then it struck me,
No! It just couldn't be!

It was my Gelert,
Covered in dirt,
My rage came on,
She cowered in fright.

I grabbed her collar
And dragged her out of sight.
I filled a bathtub full of water,
And into the tub she went.

She struggled, I struggled, but at last,
The deed was done.
And out came my little Gelert,
All nice and clean and wet.

I scolded her greatly,
And gave her her supper,
And then off to bed she went.
And as she went I thought to myself:

What a fool I had been.
To think that monster,
That monster of dirt,
Was nothing but my little Gelert.

The Ghost Lupe's Bride
By stellawen

Traveling far from home and away,
With my pets, a lovely sound came to me.
I wondered what the beautiful sound could be?
Or where it was from? I could not say.

My little ones ran ahead in a troop.
And I hiked ahead as they jumped and played,
Until finally I saw how the music was made.
In front of me was a stunning Lupe!

Beneath a tree, and holding a flower,
She stared into the distance, her gaze was far.
As if seeking some kind of mysterious star,
While singing so sweetly, with awesome power.

She stared at us all, with lifeless eyes.
Her form was hazy, but her eyes were so real.
She said, "I have a story to tell..."
She paused and then whispered,
"I was once a bride.."

"A brave Lupe knight was to marry me.
But on Mystery Island, we both were killed.
Our revenge on the island natives must be fulfilled.
So, now our ghosts are joined for eternity.

But evilness has descended into his heart.
Back to me, he cannot find the way.
And here I sing, and will always stay,
For it is his dark spirit that keeps us apart.

My song is of grief, but also of hope.
Few pure-hearted travelers can hear my song.
I cannot remain with you here for long..."
And then she dissolved into a wisp of smoke.

We walked back slowly, and no one did talk,
As darkness fell, and the moon shone her light.
We quietly walked home through the night,
With her ghostly song haunting our walk.