The Poogle Paladin
by _brainchild_

Hubrid's plan to kidnap heroes
Calls for one to quell this foe.
The Poogle Apprentice sets out
To grab victory in this bout.

Evil villains roam the halls!
The Poogle must beat them all.
He waves his wand; they disappear.
Hopefully no more are near.

That's just a dream; more enemies
Run most rampant among Juppies.
He conquers them and gathers fruit,
A very tasty form of loot.

A monster of an awful sort
Confronts him; he must teleport!
Eventually he crushes all;
This Poogle never takes a fall.

His virtuous exploits succeed!
He saves the heroes most in need.
This valiant Poogle saved the day
In his own courageous way.

Poogle Day Nostalgia
by usagi_bianco

Let me tell you about my youth,
When fun and games were the absolute truth.
I had piles of toys stacked sky high!
And boy, time sure does pass you by.

The first one I remember was all around red.
A Poogle Spinning Top I found under my bed.
It twirled round and round, not once did it fall.
That is, until it collided with the wall!

I once had some Poogle Putty hidden in a drawer.
I’d play with it until I was sticky all over.
Orange gloop squished on all kinds of stuff.
My mom took it away and said, “That’s enough!”

She gave me a sack of Poogle Marbles instead,
After I cried and I begged and I pled.
They were round and yellow, blue and green.
Playing with them became my daily routine.

Lastly, I remember my set of Poogle Jacks.
The ball bounced high when you gave it a whack.
Sometimes I’d forget where I had them put,
And a jack or two would hurt mom’s foot!

Oh, to be a young Poogle once more,
When life was about games and household chores.
I wonder where all my old toys could be.
If you have any could you share them with me?

A Poem for Poogles
by alyndasgallery

P is for Poogle, 
A perfect, pretty pal.
Playful and productive,
Prance, oh that they shall.

O is for Opponent,
So fierce within the race.
Optimal and ordered,
And otherworldly of face.

O is for Overactive,
Overzealous little things.
Obscure and optimistic,
They love all opulent things.

G is for Generous,
As poogles love to give and give.
Gifted and gratuitous,
Grateful lives they do live.

L is for Lightning fast,
Legendary is their speed.
Lucky and lucrative,
Always loan to those in need.

E is for Excellent,
An enigmatic companion for you.
Exquisite and exotic,
They make life exhilarating too!

The MSPP
by dr_tomoe

There is one that is evil
within the plushie world
Not a broken one or
one with stitches unfurled.

But this Poogle plushie is
truly filled with darkness
Looking quite sinister
for the malevolence it hearkens

And while it may look like
any other plushie to a parent
the children soon find out
this one is sentient.

And it makes noises
like many other toys
until you realize there was
no one to set off the noise.

And the Malevolent Sentient Poogle Plushie
Will soon begin it's plan
leaving the plushie pile
as it slowly comes to stand

What it's there for
or what it might do
no one really knows
do you really want to?

Poogle Day Races
by somegenericuser

Gathered at the line,
A quintet of racers wait - 
Poogles, one and all.

Those sharp teeth are bared;
Some in nervous grimaces,
Some in sanguine grins.

On the hour mark -
They rocket off down the track!
The crowd is roaring!

Three takes a brief lead - 
Until he bungles a jump!
He's down, but not out.

Poogle One aced it;
He's at the front of the pack!
Two is on his tail.

After him is Four,
Then Three, then underdog Five;
He seems to struggle.

"Odds of Nine-to-One - 
But in our hearts, Number One!
Go all the way, Five!"

Spurred on by the crowd,
The pudgy poogle charges - 
And snatches the win!

Nobody forsaw it!
The crowd can't believe their eyes!
What a turnaround!

On the podium,
Five holds his trophy aloft;
Poogle Day Triumph!