Something Brewing
By Scarletspindle

A dark and glowing cauldron
Sits on Sophie's stove.
Inside its depths of iron
Lurks something sinister, unknown.

Witch eyes sparkle with inquiry,
Serious mischief deep within.
She has naught bad intentions,
But others' harm is still no sin.

Liquid burbles up in bubbles
In a thick acidic stew,
And explorers unwary
Discover just what it shall do.

With a Meowclops at her feet
And a cup of brew in hand,
She offers up false respite
To a wandering band.

Travellers take potion
With a thank you on their lips,
When suddenly a movement
Causes empty cup to slip.

And now before her feet
Hop Greebles with a croak.
Sophie smiles wickedly
It's her idea of a joke.

The Cheating Fernypoo
By Jockylocky

Gone from her castle, gone ever so far,
This blue Acara, the richest of all.
Her maids are on break, their day is done,
The chefs are happy with Princess Fernypoo gone.

Her crown on her forehead, jewels on her wrists,
Her face is determined as she makes up her lists.
Writing she is, of ways to cheat,
For this is one tournament she cannot be beat.

Cheat! is the game, do not wear it out,
For this is one game that will make adults pout.
With one million Neopoints on the line,
This is a game that will send you in a bind.

The tournament starts finally,
With Capara and Chuffer Bob, as well as Spectre.
Fernypoo hides her smile as she looks at her hand,
While Little Timmy's nodding off into dreamland.

The game goes on in excessive heat,
While one by one gets beat.
It is down to Spectre and Fernypoo,
Evil glares and hand fidgets, too.

The game is over, the Princess has won!
The Neopoints are hers, it's finally done.
The glances at those she already beat,
As they wonder in secret, did she cheat?

Unexpected Friend
By Pansyparkinson14

Dust swirls around like an infernal storm;
Fills your mouth like tasteless slate.
You scream and shout, but to no avail --
None will release you from your lost fate.

The lands of Tyrannia are not kind, you decide,
As you cough and stumble anew,
And no friendly one to escort you back home,
None to help when it's due.

Collapsing in the humid air, you gasp again;
Knowing by now that all is lost, hope gone at last.
Your tired eyes see a form approaching from its den.
You shudder and drown in dreams of things past,
Knowing end is near, wetness is on your cheeks.
Water splashes your face, saving you from your last.

You struggle to stand; the bulk helps you up,
Half-carrying you to a place cool and easy to rest.
You gulp water until your stomach swells,
And you splash the cool lifegiver over
Your eyes, mouth, face, and chest,
As you feel better and well.

You turn to thank the creature,
Who has done everything to save your life,
But all you see is a lumbering tail
And a towering head bent low.
The clumsy gait, the humble stride
Could only be one Neopet.
You call for the Chomby to return,
But backward he does not go.
But life he has saved,
And you owe him more thanks than he'll ever know.

The Monster 'Neath My Bed
By Mithril_mithrandir

I'm not afraid of Spyders,
Dark doesn't give me dread,
I'm not afraid of anything
But the monster 'neath my bed.

Last week was when I found him,
With his staring eyes of red,
And then I ran away and screamed,
"There's a monster 'neath my bed!"

My mother raised her eyebrow,
She stared and shook her head;
She clearly doubted that there was
A monster 'neath my bed.

And all throughout the neighbourhood,
The news was quickly spread:
One little Ixi thought there was
A monster 'neath her bed!

My relatives, they scoffed,
Each time again they said,
"Child, don't be foolish;
There's no monster 'neath your bed."

But still I quake with fear,
Still think of those eyes red,
Still wonder when he'll come for me,
The monster 'neath my bed.

And every time I fall asleep,
My dreams are filled with dread,
'Cause I know that he is always there;
He's waiting;
He's the monster 'neath my bed.

The Two-Headed Hissi
By Anjie

As weary travellers do tread
The dark and endless trail,
It's only courage and blind hope
That makes some just prevail.

Obstruction waits upon forked road,
The shadow hides this view.
Writhing, sliding, Hissi stands,
Not with one head, but two.

Oh, misfortune is your guide,
Should this creature you meet!
One head tells the honest truth,
The other, mere deceit.
The path beyond them, oddly forked,
Which way, a choice for you.
But which head shall tell you the way?
Alas! What's one to do?

With idle bob of serpent head,
One Hissi lifts his hat.
Points to the right and gives a nod,
As simple, yes, as that.
The other wears a nasty grin
And shakes his head in glee.
"I wouldn't take the left-hand road,
If it were up to me!"

They argue there among themselves,
About who tells the truth.
To discern which one told a lie
Would take a witty sleuth!
Helpless shall you hear their fight,
There's nothing left to do.
But watch the Hissi in the woods,
Without one head, but two.