Munching Snow
by Waning

With some uncertainty on frozen terrain,
Dwells a lad with a grumbling tummy.
He aims to reach the lower land,
Good thing he finds snow yummy!

He munches his way through the blocks,
Which are colored in pastel hues.
But beware for falling blocks of snow!
Getting hit would not be good news!

Slowly his tummy grows in size
As it is filled with blocks of ice.
His stomach groans from the weight;
A burp would sure feel nice!

Behold, there is a cure for the pain --
It resides in a cork top jar.
With a relieved gulp he bumps and munches on,
The bottom shouldn’t be too far!

Oh no! What’s that lurking there?
It appears to be a ferocious beast.
A wurm made out of snow creeps near --
Out of Dieter he hopes to feast!

A falling block scares off the foe
and, in turn, a gem is found!
This trip has been a successful one,
as Dieters cold paws finally find solid ground!

The Song Of The Aquaberry (A Roller's Rejoicing)
by Peristeronic

That lovely game!
THAT HORRID GAME.
I simply can't decide.
There's but one trap in Turmac Roll 
I simply can't abide...

That dreaded three-log obstacle 
Has caused great consternation,
My laptop has good cause 
To fear its prompt defenestration.

How heart does sink and shoulders slump
'Pon seeing those curs'd stumps of wood!
Ill-fortuned chump, it's prob'ly true
Said game will soon be done for good.

They loom! They lurk! I cringe and sigh...
My berry quest, its end secure.
My little Turmac can't resist
That glist'ning Aquaberry lure.  
  
The logs approach and, just beyond,
The prize all hope to claim --
That sweet blue teardrop berry...
I can hear it call my name.

A rush of hope swells in my heart;
What have I yet to lose?
Jump I must, and jump I do...
Give up? No, I refuse!

Focus well and time it right --
Think of that fruit still so admired!
I stare in startled shock, relief. 
Turmac, we've made it! Prize acquired!

Things To Do In Winter
by Madpin

There's so much to do in winter,
It can't be done in just one day,
But every 'pet should do their best
Before the snowflakes melt away.

You could buy a frozen Chia pop,
You could start a snowball fight,
You could even steal from the Snowager
In the sparkling cavern light.

You could stop inside the Neggery,
There are winter games to play,
Or you could buy the lovely fur coat 
In the window shop display.

You could fetch something for Taelia,
Then, with Neopoints to spend,
You can stop inside the Petpet shop
And take home a little friend.

You can hang an empty stocking
And go to sleep after you sup,
Then awake to find the favors
In the stocking you've put up.

So, wrap up all your presents,
Brew your Borovan quite strong,
Then march up to the Calendar
Every day, for all month long.

There's so much to do in winter,
But from one friend to another,
Our finest gifts last all year 'round:
Our friendships with each other!

Money Tree
by Rigorig

Standing in Neopia Central;
Named Money Tree.
Everybody loves it
Because it's all fun and free.

Effective weaponry,
Shiny jewellery --
Just be quick and click on it;
Take items to your inventory.

Plushies for your gallery,
Lots of delicious bakery --
Had a codestone once,
Maybe was donated mistakenly?

Toys, maps, coins, stamps,
Half eaten jelly,
Bags of NPs,
Even NC items lately.

Trash or treasure,
Torture or pleasure,
To be or not to be,
I can't stop clicking, seriously.

Sonnet For A Snowy Beast
by Xxsheenaxx812

In quiet repose, you slumber.
Scales glistening, you
lie, coiled to tear us asunder.
Reverent, the silence grew.

The snaking queue: a replica
of your visage; basilisk, we crouch petrified.
You, Snowager, war-wager, ravager --
in sleep we still take flight.

Tiny birds in a golden pool.
Scavengers, caressing chiselled carat tail,
we dance, reflected in eyes cruel and cool.
But what is this? Hail?

The snowy beast shivers -- shakes -- 
Slithers, and leaves treasures in its wake.