SLOTH APPRECIATION DAY SPECIAL

My Diabolical Sloth Patented Love Potion
by Sugarypixiestix2

On a whim I bought it today
because it's an usual spray,
but I am wary of it's power
and its smell is most sour.

I believe it to be cosmetic,
with fluid that's synthetic.
However, I could be mistaken
along this path I've taken.

Dr. Sloth is a known rogue
who likes to being in vogue.
So, this potion may be cool,
or I may just be a big fool.

It is real tempting to test
whenever I have a new guest.
The bottle is very hypnotic,
which is making me chaotic.

If I don't open it up soon,
my fear is I will be a loon,
always regretting my action
of refusing it's extraction.

Sloth Ruler
by Indulgences

This ruler is depraved and strange,
So dripping in foul slime.
Two evil eyes adorn its face,
So crusted with green grime.

This ruler is an olive hue,
So dark and sick as puke.
It smears up every paper sheet
And does deserve rebuke.

This ruler is unusable.
It's evil through and through.
You cannot keep it in your bag,
For it would smear it, too.

So, keep this ruler far away
From anything you prize.
It's bound to ruin everything
And leave you agonized!

Written By His Highest Order Grundos
by Rielcz

All hail, he hath the pow'r to rule 
O'er dominions so vast in scope,
Each knee shall bend and head shall bow
At he who incites fear and hope.

He rose from the depths of defeat,
Emerg'd the victor of all lands.
His conquest guidance to each mind,
We look to him for our commands.

A smile infectious worn by all
Who seek to serve and please our lord,
The judge of moral action to
Whom all just mercy is implor'd.

He's cloaked by spir't of velvet night,
Known as the undisputed king.
He shines Neopia's true light,
Salvation to all he shall bring.

Ode To Sloth
by 9731533

Sloth! 
That evil mastermind.
I wonder what he plans this time?

To overthrow Neopia
With his mutant Grundo army?
We'll have to wait and see.

Neocola tokens --
They draw you in
But the flavours are grim.

Maybe he'll throw a party?
It is his day,
Hip hip, hooray!

Can you complete his quiz?
There's an avatar in it.
He wants you to win it!

Sloth, Sloth!
Neopia loves you!
We just hope you love us, too....

The Sensitivity Of A Sloth
by Ghoulprincess

Horrible Doctor Sloth,
over the space station he presides. 
Who would have thought this dreadful villain 
might have a sensitive side?

Perhaps he enjoys playing the harp
and composing sweet, melodious songs,
or tending to his perfume mallows
in his garden all year long?

Maybe he collects plushies
and names every single one,
or spends his time repairing Ballerina Usuki
when her stitching comes undone?

He might like to take long walks
on the Mystery Island beach,
or recruit his minions
to help him bake his favorite treats.

And sometimes, when the day is rough
and he just needs a little nap,
he cuddles up with his Feloreena
sitting on his lap.

Yes, I think Dr. Sloth 
is not one to be steered clear of;
perhaps all lonely Frank needs
is a little bit of love!

The Evil Dr. Sloth Returns!
by Our_teardrops

Lurking in the shadows, a menacing figure,
A villain cloaked in black and red 
With skin and hair all in green...
A vision truly to be dread! 

He roams through all the land
Carrying his giant ray gun,
Plotting his next evil plan...
So much that needs to be done! 
 
He's got his fans and the Grundos,
Plus all his marching minions,
To aid him in his horrible deeds --
The worst criminal in public opinions! 

The Space Station is his realm,
A land under his tyrannical control.
Laughing at his splendid mischief 
For all the happiness he stole! 

The infamous Dr. Sloth will return,
Along with his wicked, witty mind, it seems -- 
To take over and obtain world domination
With a new infallible plan for his dream!

I, Dr. Frank Q. Sloth
by Neopets9738368

I, Dr. Frank Q. Sloth,
Misunderstood by all of Neopia.
A villain? A scientist? 
Let me shed some light on the subject for you...

I can remember when all was dark and soothing,
Then came that light, all bright and booming.
My beautiful silence and calming darkness,
The underground lair my place of solace.

I wanted to see it all,
Be a part of this creation,
But the searing pain from the sun 
Kept me in isolation.

When new life erupted 
It was frightening and amazing;
Horrifying yet astounding.
I realized loneliness overcame me.

Now a prisoner in my lab,
I watched as my planet changed.
I couldn't be a part of it,
Not like before or ever again.

This changed me greatly;
I acted out and made mistakes.
All I ever wanted was some company,
But instead I created hate.

I think about all the things I have done --
Hundreds, perhaps thousands of years.
Some were bad, some were fun...
Not enough love and too many tears.

Now I just crave acceptance,
The evil persona is just an act.
Science is the only thing left for me now...
If I only had a friend, I'd take it all back.

Dr. Sloth's Horrible Secret
by Dr_tomoe

He is the greatest of the great
and called the best of the worst.
When you think of Neopian super-villains
you think of him first.  

The masterful Dr. Sloth,
with his army at hand,
can at any moment
come to rule this land.

Although the faeries fight
and put up feeble resistance,
his mutant hordes could sweep across
their forces like a pestilence.  

An evil genius whose intelligence
is second to none,
who can make anyone cry out,
"What has science done?"

But, for all of his merits,
smarts, and blaster rays,
there is a dark secret to Sloth
that keeps his army at bay.

For, if it got out,
his reputation would be shot,
and Fyora and the Space Faerie are well aware
and hold it over his every evil plot.

I don't know how they found out,
perhaps it was just dumb luck,
but Dr. Sloth's horrible secret
is he still bathes with a rubber duck.

And, sure, you may laugh
and you may think it's funny,
but you don't want to get hit by
Dr. Sloth's Personal Bath Buddy.

The Sloth Remembers
by Nubnubfish

Fine tune the flight flaps
At last, my last lap
The end to wandering times.

Greeting the gloomy
Skies that are stormy,
Setting up lair where no light shines.

Pitiful, this land truly was,
Even for a villainous Sloth
Looking for a resting place.
But mark my words, 
I’ll complete my great works 
And turn this land into my galaxy base.

Mutants made from mud;
Brainless, but they’re buds.
I’ll make them smarter, eventually.

Assembling an army 
Of mutants, mean and many,
But maybe... I’m just lonely.

Pitiful my mutants were.
Slow, weak, and much too odd
To even be my slaves.
But this is not defeat;
I’ll persist till my plans meet
The reality I’m trying to save.

——— 

Sudden shining sun
Racing rays I run
For grass was growing where nothing grew.

My mutants melted,
Dullness now departed
And the light made everything anew.

Pitiful my life was then,
For the light has ended all my plans
So nothing more was left for me.
But lo and behold,
“Lifeform Detected,” I was told 
And I couldn't believe what I could see. 

Creatures, curious and clever,
Wandering in from wherever
Had filled the land with new cheer. 

“What are those things?
Why do some have wings?
Why have they come to Neopia?”

———

Pitiful this land had been, 
But those days are now a dream, 
Because no one still remembers. 
But I still do, 
And I often look back to
The day Neopia changed forever.

Not All Contests Are Meant To Be Entered
by Flufflepuff

“It’s far too quiet,” Frank Sloth growled,
His face churned with unrest.
“Sir, I’ve a proposal --
A Sloth lookalike contest!”

Piped up his Grundo servant. He
Could sense anxiety
Within a hundred miles of Sloth
And calm it quietly.

The doctor’s facial features eased.
“I’m listening,” he said,
Folding his hands beneath his chin.
“As you know, you have led

Our kind and more for many years --
This is the perfect chance
For loyal fans to celebrate
You, more so than a dance

Held in your honor.” Sloth then hummed
In contemplation deep.
“What shall be done for those who win?
Eternal work or sleep?”

The Grundo shifted dubiously.
“I can’t have all the fun
Of plotting!” he cried. “You decide
The prizes to be won.”

“Oh, very well, then,” cackled Sloth.
“My faithful one, commence
Distributing the flyers! I shall
Watch for entrants dense

Enough to ridicule my looks.”
Days later, quite the host
Turned up at Virtupets Station.
They’d all prepared to boast

Their glorious similarity
To Sloth in looks and grace.
The judges sat down, but noticed
No one was in Sloth’s place!

An empty seat lay in his stead.
One glance decided thus:
The contest would go on as planned,
Though it was dangerous

To try without Frank Sloth himself.
The doctor stood among
The great and terrible costumes
Worn by the hopeful throng

And sneered at them all. Pathetic!
Thought Dr. Sloth, aghast.
After murmurs great and small,
A voice boomed out at last.

“We have a winner!” Cried aloud
The Grundo with an E
Sewn on his chest.  Sloth’s face did twist --
Oh, the duplicity!

To lose in his own contest! Someone
Must have betrayed his trust --
But no, the crowd agreed with cheers and roars
That the judgment was just.

Sloth rose and strode o’er to the Bruce
In admirable garb
And clapped a hand on his shoulder.
He said, with vocal barbs,

“Come. You deserve a tour, my friend,
And ever so much more.”
Sloth took the grinning, shaking Bruce
And shut the iron door.

None knows what the Bruce did see
Or what his fate had been.
But one thing was for sure: no one
E'er joined Sloth’s games again.