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Linae's Invitation to Kou-Jong
A flash of pink upon the deck
Of the Cyodrake's Gaze:
"Raise the sails and wings!"
she calls, her eyes a blue blaze
through the salty wind,
bright as a lacquered Kou-Jong tile;
cunning and merry,
a clever smile
graces the lithe Kougra
who swiftly catches the sea-blown day.
"Come, friends, while the sunshine
is bright, come play!
Oh, in the distance lies Shenkuu,
away, far away,
yonder over the cool water's spray.
Come and play!"
The quiet light is shadowy gold
In Linae's peaceful and quiet hold.
A visitor enters the swaying glimmer;
The lacquered tiles deftly shimmer.
"Honoured guest, please play my game;
You may call it 'Kou-Jong' by name.
See the pieces in their array."
The stars come out at the end of the day
Above the floating Cyodrake's Gaze.
Into the grey and misty haze
The Kougra girl Linae smiles.
"Listen to the ocean's spray...
Come and play!"
Mystery Island Feast
Golden waves and setting peace
Lay upon the darkened island,
Burning torches, quiet, silence
Are about to cease.
And all there will start to sing;
Songs of joy and full of colour
Will remain in air and earth,
For laughter is about to spring.
After sundown's graceful flair,
All shall start to gather,
Bringing torches and some drinks
with a spark in every glare.
Whoots will come, bringing the brew,
And Catamaras may also join
In the dances and the feast,
And so will a Baby Blu.
The feast is here and will stay
On the Isle of Mystery;
A tiny Whoot has joined the games,
He comes with a Warf to play.
And after daylight peers inside
Through branches and through leaves,
The Petpets play another song
With light voices full of pride.
But now the feast has ended,
And all must leave the isle
Remembering the night so splendid.
The Sloth Herald
Dear reader, I'm sure you've heard
Of this, a Neopian most well-referred.
His name is Sloth, though it's inferred,
He prefers "O Great One," in a word.
I speak of a Neopian, highly respected
And, without doubt, well-connected,
But with his might it's to be expected,
That he has evil much perfected.
Still, be wary, for he has power,
To make the finest kings look sour.
Yet while creatures he may devour,
He'll take flight at one small flower.
Don't be mistaken by his old age,
His years alone can match his rage.
When he's livid, I will wage
His anger, none can safely assuage.
Yet if you need friendship in high places,
And you are in his lord's good graces,
Sloth will take up your pitiful cases,
Remembering always your inferior faces.
If you're in search of that sly sign,
The avatar of his design,
I'd advise you to build him a shrine
Or, if not, a ballad should be fine.
And in case that doesn't suffice
Why not buy Sloth's merchandise?
For good value and a decent price
You can't miss a Grape Sloth Cake slice!
I hope, dear readers, that there's no question
Of Frank Sloth's fearsome oppression.
Yet now I must make a confession...
His presence leaves a profound impression!
The Lenny in his coat and tails
Flicks his baton - the music sails -
Pulls the sound from beneath their bows,
The highs and lows,
Like Twisted Roses.
The Lupe embraces the cello.
The gleaming wood is only hollow
While lying still, but when he plays,
His soul enters and blazes,
The Zafara on a harp from the Music Shop
Shows off the sleeves of her glittering top.
The piece she wrote,
She knows by rote
The depth of each and every note.
Trumpet like bass beat,
Like the heart's seat,
Like everything and nothing ever known,
The Sticks 'N' Stones and
The music grand - sonic, symphonic.
Thunderous applause greets the orchestra,
Drowns all else,
Lights up Tyrannia.
Oh! 'Tis the purple fruit
On which rulers of Sakhmet did dine,
Or perhaps it was a feast shared
Among desert friends,
From a vendor to a child.
Black seeds inside,
A scrumptiously savoury taste,
For nothing of it should be left out--
All should be savoured.
Treasured by thieves
As a great prize,
It surely must be a delight
Only fit for royalty.
Yet every day,
My mouth is filled
With the fresh taste of
The unimaginably delicious
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