Scorchio Day Special!

For the love of Scorchios
by a_ramsell

Some think Scorchios are scary,
But the truth is to the contrary.
Honest, friendly, and full of fun,
This 'pet can be loved by everyone!

This fiery beast is large and scaly,
And sets things on fire almost daily.
But the Scorchio's winning personality
Helps bolster this species' popularity.

The intimidating spikes and scales
Are only minor aesthetic details.
A Scorchio, a gentle giant
Is very rarely ever violent.

If you see a Scorchio today,
Send a wave and a smile their way.
These awesome creatures deserve a holiday
So we celebrate them on Scorchio Day!

The cool scorchio
by vic379

There's a scorchio sitting on a tree
Counting he is one, two, three,
Sunny shades, slushie in hand,
Sipping through a straw how cool is that.

All neopets parade around,
He's relaxing, safe and sound.
Scorchio, scorchio, little pets choir,
Wag their their tails or tap them in the floor.

Is that tree the money tree?
Did they scorchio get his smoothie free?
He should it's his day indeed

Happy Scorchio Day Mr. Lab Ray Scientist, Sir
by chirigami

"Please not me," my neopet whimpers,
His legs tremble, his voice aquivers. 
"I like being a Skeith! Please don't change me."
I feel a twinge in my heart, but it is meant to be.

Of the neopians I greatly respect,
There is one Scorchio with a great asset,
A lab ray! It brings change when its needed,
When your neopet feels dull, and you are defeated.

All you have to do with is bring him to a lab,
There aren't any needles, there isn't a jab.
There's just a ray that bzzt, bzzt, bzzts,
And all of a sudden with a tssk tssk tssk,

There he is - my pretty Skeithie,
But wait he hasn't change - the same as can be,
He stands there and looks right at me.
and says "I feel so different! I'm now a she!"

Ha! Well that's a fun result! 
Well off I go - thanks for the consult!
See you tomorrow Mr. Lab Scientist Sir,
And Happy Scorchio Day - all Neopians concur!

A Pink Scorchio Parade
by lil_reef

(Based on "A Sad Scorchio Day" -Neopedia)

Once there was a pink Scorchio,
Who didn't have much of an ego,
He blushed and ran and hid away,
Afraid of what the others would say.


Every year on Scorchio Day,
All the Scorchio - starry, blue, even grey,
Would march all together in a grand parade.
However the pink Scorchio was always too afraid.


He only ever watched if he could bare,
To watch the other Scorchio with colors so rare,
But -
Embarrassed by his color he hid away,
Afraid  of what the others would say.


One year the pink Scorchio did just that,
And was hiding away, not wanting to chat,
When a bouncy Blumaroo bounded along,
Singing a happy cheerful little song.


The Blumaroo saw the Scorchio and paused,
Wondering what could possibly have caused,
The Scorchio to be so sad, upset and blue,
So unlike his beautiful, lovely, pink hue.


Quizzically he asked "What is wrong?"
"Why are you not with the others singing songs?"
The Scorchio shuffled and scuffled and stuttered,
"I'm pink, don't you see?" and then shuddered.


The Blumaroo sat and pondered and thought,
Then with a startled jump he remembered, he almost forgot,
About the starry paint brush he had not long ago bought!
The Blumaroo bounced and bounded and hopped away.


All alone again the pink Scorchio sighed,
But all too soon, to his great surprise,
The Blumaroo was bouncing back to his side!
With him this time was a gift with pink wrapping.


"I've brought this for you,
Though if I were to be true,
Pink is the loveliest color I've seen yet,
That is something to never forget!"


He set the package down and hopped away,
The pink Scorchio didn't know what to say,
So he opened the package and to his surprise,
A starry paint brush was concealed inside!


That was when the pink Scorchio realized -
The Blumaroo's kind words were true,
He'd rather be pink than starry or blue,
From that moment onward he always knew,
Pink was a color of which to be proud.


From that year on he marched with pride,
In the parade held every Scorchio Day,
He never was sad or tried too hide,
And never feared what others would say.

From that year on to all he would say
"Happy Scorchio Day!"

What Scorchio's Do For Fun
by outlander_

What do Scorchio's do for fun?
Sometimes they go on volcano runs,
Diving into the open mouth,
Of the inferno mountain,
They spread their wings,
And then,
Dive bomb south.

Into the home of lava,
Is where Scorchios love to fly,
Flying over the lava balls,
As they come by.

They practice,
Weaving in and out,
Flying north and south,
Then in the tight lava tubes,
They fly through them easily,
With practiced agile moves.

So if you want to join in the Scorchio's fun,
Join them,
And start your own volcano run.

Scorchio Skies
by castic

Zooming past the sky in groups,
A smorgasbord of Scorchios,
Radiating happiness,
To all that live below.

It is thought that if one sees,
This phenomenon of glee,
Luck will shine upon them,
And everyone they know. 

You never have to fear or fret,
Or get sad or upset,
Knowing that the friendly pets,
Are always there to help you grow.

Nevermind the fire breath,
They would never give you harm,
For they are gentle and kind to all,
Be it their best friend, or worst foe.

So the next time you look to the skies,
And see a nice, flying surprise,
Do not be sad or feel low,
You are loved by the humble Scorchio.

Glubgar's Volcano Run
by miraday

The airless cavern breathes,
Inhaling the brave Scorchio
Into the chambers beneath.

The heat singes like the sun,
Relentlessly and without mercy
For Glubgar in his Volcano Run.

His blue claws reach forward,
Within touch of the rare gems
As his flight continues onward.

He is focused, wings beating
Rhythmically as he dodges
The dislodged rocks teeming.

Glubgar tiredly gulps warm air
In the narrowing passageway;
By choice, he acts unaware

Of the perils of flying here.
The reward is worth the risk
Shall he emerge with treasure.

For years, he has navigated
The Tyrannian crags, peaks,
Subterranean nooks and caves.

The smoke-coated stalactites
Cling to the chamber. Like an arrow,
Glubgar flies with all his pride

Into the black heart of the volcano.
He is the bow, he is the splintering
Bolt of a Scorchio in the inferno,
Fearless as the cavern is erupting.

Scorchios?
by sparkleeze

What's a Scorchio and what are they like?
Do they have a long tail with a great big spike?
And are they covered in hair or fur all over?
Or do they snore a lot and are a dozer?

Do they smell? 
Do they wear a bell?
Do they wear their shoes wrong?
And just hobble along?

No, not at all.
A Scorchio always comes when you call.
They're very pleasant pet,
And also very descent I bet.

A Scorchio is a great pet.
So do not ever fret,
If you come along one,
They are unlike anyone.

Let's celebrate today!
For it is Scorchio day!

The Scorchio Shall Sell Sweet Gifts
by _brainchild_

If you've been looking to delight
Your friends, the Gift Shop is in sight!
A stunning present shall await
Your grand arrival, brought by fate.

A Scorchio so crimson sells
These items bound to treat you well.
You've sought a Moehug? Find it here!
It grants you comfort so sincere.

More gems abound—they're quite divine.
Those gift baskets boast goods so fine.
A Bear has such amazing fur.
Its softest textures please, I'm sure.

However, please don't buy a frame—
Its tackiness is very lame!
Those junky seashells, cheaply glued,
Are bound to wreck a classy mood.

I thank the Scorchio, since he
Purveys these goods, so sure to please
Recipients. No matter who
Is blessed with gifts, they won't feel blue.

Celebrating the Life of a Scorchio
by nono_10_

On the clouds high above Neopia, 
there lives a creature majestic, watching the Neopets from afar,
a dragon so mighty it makes even the draiks shiver in fear,
and the day to celebrate this creature is finally near!

It's the Scorchio, the powerful, playful friend, 
always willing to lend a hand,
to any neopet in need,
like Samuel - Proector of the Petpets,
or the famous Lab Scientist who runs his impressive tests!

With great and fiery might they roam the sky,
like Scordrax once even frightened the Lost Desert's sky.

But fear not, Neopians, for this day will show you all -
that the Scorchio is the biggest, most kind-hearted of them all!

So celebrate them and cherish them dearly,
for they love everyone whole-heartedly and fiercely!

Ode To Fred, My Zombie Scorchio!
by chaeldar

I have a Zombie Scorchio,
He goes by the name of Fred. 
And today he'd like to celebrate,
Although he is undead.

It's Scorchio Day you see,
And he feels a a little shunned.
But it's not your brains he's after,
He just wants to have some fun!

If you look and see a monster,
I ask for you to think twice.
Fred's just as much of a Scorchio as any other,
And he's very, very nice!

It's a common misconception that Zombies would like to eat your brain,
But if you handed Fred a piece of meat he'd just throw it down the drain.
The truth is Fred loves tasty treats, 
He loves cookies, cakes, and all things sweet!

So when you see Fred out on this Scorchio Day,
Please try not to scream.
Remember he's here to celebrate,
And that he's more interested in the free ice cream!

For Scorchio Day
by meme_loves_maters

Soaring through the sapphire skies,
higher than the Lenny flies,
with leathery wings and shiny eyes,
it's none other than the Scorchio.

Whose flaming breath could melt the snow,
and melt the hearts of those who know
to make him friend - and not a foe,
the fierce and faithful Scorchio.

The earth my shake when they walk near,
but rest assured, you need not fear. 
Today's the day we shout and cheer,
for our special friend, the Scorchio.

The Tailhook Kid
by tallydepp

Scorchio Day is here at last!
It's time to celebrate
The only Scorchio in the land
Who always clears his plate!

The Tailhook Kid - what a guy,
That famous Scorchio Pirate.
His appetite is second to none,
And he's never on a diet.

Feed him broccoli, carrots and peas,
Of veggies he just won't tire!
But feed him neggs and you will face
This Scorchio's breath of fire!

This Scorchio Day place a bet
On the formidable Tailhook Kid!
When he wins his food club round,
You'll be glad you did!

Sara's Dream (Scorchio Day)
by she_chose_love

Sara the Scorchio had a dream,
it consumed her every thought.
She wanted more than anything to become a plushie,
but the neopoints to buy a paint brush she had not.

Once a year she had a chance,
to make her dream come true.
For every year on Scorchio Day,
there was a special contest to make one lucky Scorchio look brand-new!

In Neopia Central,
on Scorchio Day.
There was a draw,
that every Scorchio had a chance to play.

Every Scorchios name, 
went into a giant hat.
The lucky Scorchio whos name was drawn,
got a dip in the Rainbow Fountain, imagine that!

Sara knew her name getting drawn,
was her only chance at achieving her dream.
So this Scorchio Day when he name was drawn,
Sara couldn't help but scream.

She won the contest,
and got a dip.
Now she was a Plushie Scorchio,
she was so happy she did a back-flip.

I hope you Scorchio Day,
will be as good as Sara's is this year.
Enjoy the celebrations,
the fun and the cheer!