SLORG DAY SPECIAL

To Buy a Slorg
By Reggieman721

I wish I had a Slorg today,
To play with and to keep.
The Petpet would be my best friend.
It'd help me fall asleep.

A Slorg is gooey, slimy, slick,
It'd keep the girls away.
I'd go play with it at the park,
And love it every day.

A Slorg is funny, happy, nice,
The best that it can be.
I wish I had the Neopoints.
I'd buy one just for me.

I wish I had a Slorg today,
A Petpet here to stay!
Do you think you could buy me one?
You know, today's Slorg Day!

A Change of Heart
By Imogenweasley

Spooky, slimy, sluggish;
That's how they described you,
And it made me feel squeamish.

My name is Jenny, I'm a royal pet;
A Uni at that, and it makes me proud;
About appearances I can't forget.

I was looking for a Petpet, but I was unsure;
I was lost in my world of glamour,
I needed something that would match my allure.

You stared at me with bright big eyes,
I started back with repulse of my own;
Suddenly, you looked much smaller in size.

But you kept staring and smiling,
And that smile so pure spoke to me;
I felt my disgust fading.

You had become someone new
As far as I was concerned.
I wanted to buy you out of the blue.

That's exactly what I did,
And my beloved Slorg,
I regret nothing, Fyora forbid.

Sluggish, slimy, spooky?
Where did that idea come from?

Cute, happy, maybe a bit kooky --
That's what you've become!

The Slorgs Attack!
By Anjie

Endless is the bounty here,
The soil doth provide.
Meridell, the greenest realm,
Its crops known far and wide.

Within the lands of luscious farms,
A threat does lurk, unseen.
A slimy menace, hidden well,
A threat both vile and green.

Silently, they'll sneak along,
Devour what they find.
Sluggishly, they slip along,
A trail left behind.

One by one, the Slorgs doth come,
They seek the greenest field.
Munching on the healthy crops
And the goodness that they yield.

Sticky is the trail left,
It gleams like tainted goo.
Translucent is the calling card,
From Slorg trail residue.

Doubled in the size they were,
They slowly head on back.
To hiding places in the dark,
Content with their midnight snack.

The dawn of day brings the farmer's cry,
A scream of rage, distress.
Viewing crops and their remains,
So torn in a chewed-on mess.

Despair is so useless here,
For the Slorg crew will be back.
When you least expect the worst,
Alas, Slorgs will attack!

Small Mystery
By Jodiealbert

Tiny and wet,
Small and sleek,
I seek for every colour,
From red to blue and plushie, too.

True to my owner,
True to my home,
I'm thought to make a mess
From far and wide.

I am
The Slorg.