Poogle Parade Special

Grab a Seat for the Poogle Parade
by wildkitty44

They're fluffy and fiery and occasionally spotty
It's the poogles on parade!
They're fanged and winged and maybe even finned
It's the poogles on parade!

You can canoodle with poodle racers
And view new Art Gallery poodle doodles
Or slurp up a hot bowl of poodle spaghetti noodles

If we're lucky, on his species' lyrical behalf
Perchance we'll catch a few lines of fine rhymes from Alstaf,
the greatest poogle poet, King Hagan bestowed it
in honour of the annual amazing awesomely astounding poogles on parade!

Grab your cool poogle shades and spiff your mane with pomade
Wave toodles to the motorcade, here comes the marching band serenade
It's the phantasmagorical, sensational, rip-roaringly fantastical Poogle Parade!

Alstaf Poogle: The Poet of Perfection
by _brainchild_

The poetry of Alstaf, great,
Is something sure to captivate.
His genius, oh so lyrical,
Is nothing short of mystical.

The rhymes are oh so perfect. I
Wish I could do the same. I try,
Yet works of mine are oh so bland.
The Poogle's lyrics rule the land!

I crumple papers. Oh, my bin
Of trash is full. I hope to grin
Someday with poetry so sweet,
Yet Alstaf's works are such a feat.

I have such admiration for
The Poogle that I'm wanting more
Grand poetry he wrote. I hope
To be as great as him, but nope.

The Poogle Protector
by sessduh

Wagging tail and intent eyes, 
In hand, a Maractite spear,
Poogle's eyes gleam with courage as he,
Approaches, showing no fear.

Strong of will, and great of power,
Overflowing with strength and might,
With amazing skills of stealth and speed,
He watches you from out of sight.

This warrior Poogle,
Ruled over his clan in Brightvale,
When trouble came and a fight began,
He fought so that his family would not fall.

A rare sight indeed, he is ever moving,
and humbly true to his brave duty,
If you catch sight of this Poogle,
Please do not be fooled by his beauty.

Praises for Poogles
by hiasaki

Have you heard of the majestic Poogle,
one of the cutest pets of them all?
Their will is strong and mighty,
though their stature may be small.

Quick of wit and fleeting on foot,
they’re the best at everything they do.
Playing at cards, or zooming through the races,
their skills propel them through.

Whether pink, or green, or made of jelly,
their spirit is strong and bold.
Competitive and driven through and through,
but with a heart that’s made of gold.

Some of them are brave protagonists,
while others breeze through in races.
Yet some help keep petpets in shape,
taking them through their paces.

I’ve yet to meet a Poogle I dislike,
each one unique and bright.
So let’s celebrate on their special day,
through the day and through the night!

Poogles: An Alstafean Sonnet
by gelertbabyluver

There could not be a species more of note,
Than those who dwell in icy lands up north,
Their popularity I must promote,
The facts of their greatness I hence bring forth. 

The wisest of them supervise our arts,
The strongest battle on the fields of wars,
Their deeds only completed from the heart,
An endless stream of kindness from which pours.

They entertain and offer you a hand
To gain riches and treasures you desire,
Five Poogles race as you watch from the stands,
And pass along to you what they acquire.

Don’t mock them for their teeth, they must eat neggs
In the frigid cold that freezes hands and legs!

The Running Poogles
by tarak06062000

There! in fallen Faerie's || fair land it stands,
a field, where five || fearsome warriors meet.
Swift sprinters they are, || strong likewise
who, gaining glory, || quickly they go!

This powerful pentad || of Poogles is made,
brave ones, bright, || battle-hardened ones,
for fifteen they rest, || then fight again.
O runners! rapid and speedily, || racing to victory!

Clad in dark colours || comes the first
often first over the line, || for that is number One,
a lightning Poogle, leaping || to leave the rest behind.

Soon after comes Second, || sky-blue on their back,
gazing at great sky-blue above || and gold-hued sun
distracting the dasher || down 'neath the first.

Then, two past, || Third comes running,
dressed just as dark, || and as dear in speed as one,
this low-leaper rushes by || nigh-swift as the light.

A fine fellow he is, || fourth of the runners,
green-clad and gentle, || and given wisdom,
but yonder run the young, || and youth left Four behind.

Last of all, largest || likewise is Five,
adorned in azure, || with all their might,
races right behind || four runners before.

You have heard || of five hardened warriors,
stars of the stadium, || swiftest of all,
a poem of praise, || a visit to pay.
Delay not nor dally, || on Poogle Day.

Marvellous Sentient Poogle Plushie
by xxskyisfallingxx

Down a dingy alleyway
On the outskirts of town,
There is a large store
That sells the best toys around.
There are cricket bats and balls,
Costumes and usukis,
Plushies and playing cards,
And super-rare quigukis.

Among all the toys,
The MSP waits,
With pink polka-dot ears
And a bright yellow face.
"Choose me, little girl!
Choose me, little boy!
I may look frightening,
But I'll be your new favourite toy!"

For a time, the shoppers
Seem immune to his plea.
Then a Zafara approaches,
Her face lit with glee.
"This is exactly what I want!"
She says to her dad.
"A plushie that doesn't follow
The 'super-cute' fad."

The MSP goes with them
And they play until dusk,
When he's placed on a mantel
To sleep in the dust.
Irked, he tries to push
Himself to the ground,
But only succeeds in
Making an awful sound.

The Zafara wakes up
And soon starts to weep.
"Shhh, it's nothing, dear.
Go back to sleep."
But she does not heed him;
So great is her fear.
She opens her closet
And throws him in there.

The next day, MSP
Goes back to the store.
The Zafara's dad tosses him,
Hard, to the floor.
"This plushie is possessed,"
He snaps at the clerk.
"Take it back! Please!
We can't make this work."

And so MSP returns
To his old, trusty shelf.
If the Zafara won't keep him,
He'll haunt someone else.
"Marvellous not malevolent"
Is how his story goes--
At least until some poor fool
Decides to take him home.

Oh Poogles, you are the best species of all!
by _sahne_

When I once joined Neopets ages ago, 
I fell in love with Poogles, they are so kind. 
But what did I have to see? Oh no... 
They are limited edition - very hard to find. 

I had to choose a different species at start,
my blue Kougra was a good choice, admittedly.
But Poogles had made their way to my heart,
and have stayed my Neo love, as one can see. 

Every single year after the big Poogle Parade, 
I came home with new Poogles to love... and zap. 
I was always hoping for a great colour change, 
MSP was my biggest wish, followed by island. 

Later, I was often out of space for Poogles to create,
but still curious about the new colours TNT designed, 
for years now, I'm hoping for Chocolate, Marble and Oil Paint, 
confident that the new creations won't leave me disappointed. 

Hooray, my dearest pets, happy Poogle Parade! 
I just wanted you to know, that you are great! 
My Poogles will today eat a huuuge slice of cake, 
and afterwards join the fabulous Poogle Parade.

Ooodles of Poogles on Parade
by lil_reef

One Poogle simply isn't enough,
Though finding more may be tough,
A parade of one, just isn't fun,
One Poogle simply isn't enough.

Two Poogles are not sufficient,
Though in parading, they may be proficient,
A parade of two, just won't do,
Two Poogles are not sufficient.

Three Poogles are simply lacking,
The coordinator must be slacking,
A parade of three, has no glee,
Three Poogles are simply lacking.

One ton of Poogles isn't great,
Though a ton is quite a bit of weight,
In Poogles, the amount does not collate,
One ton of Poogles isn't great.

One mile of Poogles isn't okay,
Though a mile is a really long way,
In Poogles, the amount is child's play,
One mile of Poogles isn't okay.

Now you may be wondering,
Or thinking, or blundering,
How many Poogles do we really need?

And for that question,
I do have a suggestion:
Any less than oodles of Poogles,
Would surely be a transgression,
Against the wonderful Poogle procession.

Oodles of Poogles is the perfect amount,
More than you can see, or than you can count,
Surely oodles of Poogles will surmount,
The expectations of all.

Poogle Day at the Races!
by stefsea

Poogle One is lightning quick,
He comes across as the one to pick!
Happy & energized on this special day,
Winning the race will be child's play.

Poogle Two has speed galore,
And he's definitely here to settle a score!
A little distracted, he tries his best;
This speedy Poogle needs no rest!

Poogle Three is quick as well,
Will he win? Only time will tell!
The jumps ahead fill him with doubt,
But the clumsy Poogle finds another route!

Poogle Four, once in his prime,
Has slowed down with the passing of time.
His odds aren't great, but have hope!
This Poogle wants victory, no time to mope.

Poogle Five struggles, his odds aren't great.
Is it something to do with what he ate?
A little bit chubby and somewhat slow,
This Poogle is still a formidable foe!

The Poogles are ready, with crowds all around;
They wait excitedly for a winner to be crowned!
With Poogle Day festivities seen high and low, 
It's time to count down; 3, 2, 1... Go!