The Breadmaster By Goody2shoos23

"Eata loafa breada day!"
That's what I hear the Breadmaster say.
As I walk into his shop,
I hear him say his little phrase.
"Yo!" he greets me with merriness in his voice.
His shop has such a large choice,
Of the finest bread that NP can buy.
There is nothing there that I wouldn't try.
Should I get this? Or should I get that?
Or maybe I should get that bread that's so flat.
I just don't know what to choose,
But not taking anything gives me the blues.
I look around and see a bread,
That makes me say,
"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" in my head.
It has strawberry cream spread on top,
A yummy type of bread that makes me hop.
It looks so nice my mouth starts to water,
I think that I oughta,
Buy that bread and eat it fast,
But I will be the last.
Because there is only one
Of those scrumptious doughnuts in stock,
And I will be the last one to scoff.
But wait! What do I see?
Oh no! A Gelert has beaten me!
He has taken that yummy loaf!
I keep thinking, "YOU BIG OAF!"
You kept on thinking how delicious it was,
But you never bought it and now it has,
Gone into the stomach of another pet!
"Oh well," I say, though I'm pretty sad.
There's always tomorrow and then I'll have,
That scrumptious doughnut for me to eat!
But now I think I'll just buy a sweet.

The Poogle Race By Cutiepet0322

The excitement is churning,
Voices are raising,
The track is burning
From the feet of the Poogles.

I shade my eyes,
Then chant for the best,
The Poogles are running,
The course is set.

They gain and they lose,
Little speed-comets at bay,
I wonder and wonder
How they know their way.

Each Poogle is struggling,
So fast,
Yet so slow,
I just hope,
Just hope,
For the best.

Then whoosh,
And a whirl,
A Poogle is speeding,
Clearing all the jumps,
So agile, and so quickly.

It pulls out of the group,
Heading for the end,
That's the best Poogle
Turning the bend.

And oh, such a clamor,
A rush, and a thrust,
The winning Poogle
Gives his all and a must.

A must to win
Beats in the heart of that Poogle,
He leaps, he dives,
He clears every jump,
Leaving the remaining Poogles
In the dust.

Attack of the Plaque By Melvin51

This is the story of a naughty Grarrl,
Who never brushed his teeth,
But then they started to rot away,
It gave him a lot of grief.

The dentist always told him,
To brush high and low,
To brush his teeth twice a day,
So they'd be nice to show.

But this Grarrl didn't listen,
This Grarrl had had enough,
And now he's stuck in this horrid game,
Where we have to fight off moss!

First you choose you favourite brush,
Then the game begins,
Then the Grarrl's teeth fall out,
For all of his sins.

We have to really try and try,
To stop his teeth falling out,
Because he never brushed his teeth,
That's what this games about.

It's here to teach us a lesson,
That we must brush our teeth,
And that we shouldn't eat too many,
Of things that taste sweet.

This poem has a meaning,
And this is what it is,
You should always brush your teeth,
Or they'll end up like his!

The Shadow Usul By Catnip4

One night as a Chia
Whistled through the streets
Carrying an old newspaper,
Crumpled and ripped from defeat.
He lay down on the nearest bench,
Ready for a nap
When something strange
Seemed to dance across his lap.
He shot open his eyes,
Peered about the evening air,
Told himself it was nothing,
And forgot his care.

He closed his eyes once more,
Hoping he could get some rest,
When that little strange something
Raced across his chest.
He could not ignore the presence,
The eerie darkness that prevailed,
With the moon across the milky sky,
Like a boat it had sailed.

A flash behind that merchant's door,
A scurry here and there.
But when the Chia went to look,
The streets were always bare.

His heart began to speed with fright
As the shadow closely chased,
Coming nearer,
Coming nearer,
The Chia had to race.
He dodged the bench,
Through the park,
The shadow still behind,
But Chias aren't made for running,
So the Chia had to unwind.

Breathing harshly,
He took a rest beneath the tree,
Figuring he had lost it,
Since he could not see.
No sign of warning,
Nor danger close at hand,
But that didn't mean
The Chia was in command.

Something rustled the branches
Small with gleaming eyes,
Was it the Pant Devil?
Or Sloth's secret spies?
It hopped down from the tree,
Silently laughing with delight,
As the scared-stiff Chia
Was filled with endless fright.

The Chia squinched his eyes,
Awaiting his bitter end,
When a cold paw brushed past his belt,
Only wanting him to lend.
And the Shadow Usul cackled,
Disappearing back,
To see the Chia look down
To not see his money sack.

Cheat: A Sonnet By Star_flare

You look your opponent straight in the eye
And put down a Queen, posing as an eight
It seems as though many hours pass by
'Til finally it's judged as good and straight
You wipe your brow as he puts down a two
But wait! This seems odd, in his zeal to beat
You're undecided but he's cheating you
You look right at him and yell out loud, "CHEAT!"
You sigh in relief at having been right
Minutes pass by as the next person goes
And then you think, "Will I be here all night?!?"
As slowly, feeling returns to your toes.
And at long last you throw down your fours,
Congratulations! The vict'ry is yours!