PTERI DAY SPECIAL

Grey Pteri's Song
by Choquis

With wings of tangerine and rose,
the faerie Pteri soars;
admires rainbow Pteri’s hues,
such wonder he adores. 

In love with shades of eventide,
or purple, there at play,
but this poor Pteri has no luck,
for he is stuck with grey.

Smoky feathers, dark and sad,
cloak the forlorn guy.
He watches from a lonely branch
as others whirl by.

Hiding in his shady tree,
far from everything,
grey opens up his tiny beak
and does begin to sing. 

Melodies surround the branch.
Cadences rise high.
Notes of such melodic bliss,
float throughout the sky.

Sounds do reach the Pteri clan,
they flock to hear the song.
Surround the lonely artist’s perch
and start to sing along.

A Bright Spot In A Bright Spot
by Rielcz

A practical and vain entrepreneur,
She's been N'ovia's stream of intellect
(And quite the notorious gossiper). 
From 'round the world she doth sort and collect

Each book, guide, and brochure she has for sale;
From Fearless Finnegan to carolling.
A veritable library of scale
And scope elsewhere 
Throughout the Woods unseen. 

Well-versed in language and movable type,
The books she cannot find she 'stead creates;
Imparting knowledge unto parchment ripe
From trees once dark to enlighten minds great. 

A Pteri with perception and allure
(But conceal your scandalous behav'or).

404 Poem Not Found
by Dr_tomoe

For this Pteri Day holiday,
I'd like to tell, in poetry,
a great story of their exploits
filled with hope and possibility.

But no, today this tale
just simply won't be told,
for trying to read it
just gives a 404 error code.

Perhaps the meter is not good
(A tricky skill, in my defense),
but trying to tell the story
brings the poem down for maintenance.

I try and find it, but it's gone,
my poem of words and lore.
It was going to be impressive
but was lost to the 404.

So now, there's no poem,
which really is a bore,
all because of the red Pteri
and of error code 404.

With no poem, check the site,
go on a Neopian tour...
 but, you can't, the red Pteri returns
with error code 404.

Everything is down for maintenance
and then the Pteri squawks some more;
at least the DoM Pteri is enjoying himself,
informing of all the 404's.

Pteri Combat Jacket
by Indulgences

This jacket is adventurous.
It's built for climates high.
It can withstand such altitudes,
Such broad expanse of sky.

The collar is marvel, for
It's made with thick white fur.
It guards against the frigid temps
That frequently occur.

The body of this rugged coat
Is made of leather brown.
The inner lining's made of silk
And filled with softest down.

A scarlet P adorns the chest.
It's woven from fine silk.
The buttons are the finest pearls,
As bright and white as milk.

The Pteri Combat Jacket is
A wonder, that's for sure.
Go buy your lovely Pteri one.
It's something she'll adore!

Down For Maintenance Pteri
by Outlander_

Down for Maintenance Pteri,
Why do you have to be so mean?
One minute Neopets is fine,
And the next you say
The page I want
You cannot find,
For Neopets is down
For a little time.

I know this isn't your fault,
But you are the bearer of bad news,
I know it is your job to say,
"Your time on Neopets will be delayed.
Just give it a minute or two
And Neopets will be back like new!"

Down for Maintenance Pteri,
Thank you for your time.
I know I will see you,
The same place,
Different time.

The Tale Of Gif’n
by J_harkness

One sunny morning in old Tyrannia,
Young Gif'n and Milo had nothing to do. 
They sat there and pondered, 
Then walked 'round and wondered,
What fun is to be had for two
When all has been discovered?

And so, they put their heads together,
To have some fun in the lovely weather.
"I have an idea!" Gif'n exclaimed
as he spotted a Symol; his finger he aimed... 
Gif'n pointed right at him, a grand idea! 
"Get some sticks and round stones, 
Then listen to me."

So, Gif'n and Milo made a whole course.
A whole eighteen Symol holes 
Were part of the sport 
They lined it with smooth rounded stones 
And whittled some sticks out of old, giant bones 
The point of the game: 
Get those balls in their holes,
Just try to do it in very few rolls!

When the time came to find some acclaim 
For their invention, where to aim is the game, 
They looked at each other, smiled as they yelled, 
"We'll jumble our names 
And see how that's spelled!" 
And that is how their claim to fame, 
Tyrannian Mini Golf, got its name!

Mystical Pteri Lunar Maiden
by Jade__r

It’s finally here, this once-a-year,
exciting and thrilling event.
Oh yes! It’s Pteri Day!
No better way for your time to be spent.

The only night you’ll see her,
this gorgeous and mystical sight.
They call her the lunar maiden,
her compassion shines so bright.

The most elegant of all the species,
this graceful Pteri Lunar Maiden.
You’ll not want to miss her visit
when she finally does awaken.

She wears the most stunning,
flowing lunar maiden dress.
Your eyes will not believe you,
and let me tell you about her tress.

Upon her glistening locks
sits the most dazzling lunar crown.
It matches so perfectly with
her night sky-coloured gown.

Her magical lunar maiden wand,
tucked safely under her wing.
She glides gracefully through Neopia,
O’ the magic she will bring!

She grants lucky wishes
to more than just a few.
If you spot her flying through the skies,
maybe the fortunate one will be you!

Pterattack: Furious Flights!
by _brainchild_

Through the Games Room I peruse,
In search of something to amuse
Myself throughout a dreary day.
Which creation shall I play?

Among the choices that I see,
Pterattack sounds good to me.
I fire lasers at my foes,
Which only spins their web of woes!

I'm speeding right through Level Three
When a Grarrl claws at me!
My green bird shall lose a life,
Stemming from this vicious strife.

As I fly on through the game,
More attackers, none so tame,
Try to bring my Pteri down,
Yet I work to save the town.

It surely brings me so much joy
To shoot my PterBoom like a toy!
So much fun with my bird's power
Ensues that I forget the hour!

My mom tells me I've missed my meal.
I reply, "It's no big deal."
Like a zombie, I keep playing.
She tells me my mind's decaying!

Finally, when night prevails,
I end my quest of wins and fails.
I need my sleep -- another game
Would cause fatigue; I'd be to blame.

Furious flights!

White Chocolate Pteri
by Yarslov

Perfectly crafted,
Of white chocolate delight,
It looks like a Pteri
About to take flight!

Oh, how can I eat this wonderful treat?
Such workmanship,
All the details that show
Its cute beak
All the way to its little feet?

Hours one put in
On the small details,
The perfect shape of the tail,
The curve of the wings...
I know when I start to eat this,
My mouth will sing!

It seems such a shame
To gobble up this art,
But when I start to eat it
All my worries
Fall apart.

Winged Foe
by Puddydog

What's that? Hurray!
I have a score to send?
I've earned myself an avatar?
My bad streak's at an end?

I cheer; I shout.
I'm so over the moon!
What's that? Error! 404!
Sorry! The site'll be back soon.

His crimson face sparks hate.
His smirk a loathsome sight.
Harbinger of Neo-doom,
Filling Neopians with fright.

We know you must maintain.
To fix, we must agree,
But still we curse his name...
Down for Maintenance Pteri.