Bori Day Special

Thoughts on Bori Day
by alphachicky

Nodding off, head full of dreams,
For Bori day and the joy it will hold,
The bori rest as the moon gleams,
Safely curled up from the cold.

Small but brave, and always loyal
Understanding, sharp, and clever.
Careful and humble, whether burlap or royal,
Kindest burrowing neopets EVER!

A day of bori celebrations,
Surely to be filled with light,
Sweets and cookies, baked creations
Not an untoward word or fight.

Neopian heros, Armin and Rasala
Everyone celebrates these boris.
On Kreludor or in Qasala,
Now we share their fabled stories.

From Terror Mountain, late in year six
Timid, yes, but full of tricks-
Surely more than mere sidekicks!

Witch Bori
by fourin

There once was a witch of doom and gloom,
That some called the Witch Bori,
Who cackled and rode a flying broom,
This is her peculiar story.

She kept mortog eyes and bog goop,
And fouler ingredients more,
She'd boil them up and cook up a soup,
For tonics and potions galore.

Now, Hex the Meowclops, she'd take at night,
For a pleasant broomstick flight,
But poor Hex, he's scared of heights,
He yowled and hissed in fright.

Returning to her little shack,
Our Bori brewed up a potion,
It might just hold his fears back,
And stop all his commotion.

But to her surprise, dear Hex changed,
With bright lights and sparkling gleam,
Where once stood a Meowclops, remained:
A smiling Slorg in mucous green!

So now on midnight flights she flies,
Without a worry or shrug,
For Hex the Slorg won't scratch or whine,
But gives instead a slimy hug!

Donny Saves The Day
by punk_rocker_pip

A loud cry rang out from the young girl Kacheek
It was heard all over Terror Mountain’s Peak
Her favourite toy was broken, it refused to squeak
Then the door of a shop opened with a loud creak

“Has yer toy broken”, asked Donny the red Bori?
“Please come in and tell me the whole story”.
She eyed his large black nails 
And his slender red tail

“It is my favourite Fuzzie Bear, he has become tattered and worn
Up near his white head it is even split and torn”
Donny the Toy Repair Shop Owner picked it up gently
“I think I can fix it for ya fer just a small fee”

All of a sudden Donny gave a loud cough
It nearly knocked his blue and white hat off
She thumped him hard until the coughing passed
“How long will it take,” the neopet asked?

“Are ya sure ya want me ta repair this old thing?
Lay it up here on my workbench, just give it a fling”
He got to work with his wooden mallet
And added fresh paint to the eyes from his palette

For the rip, the Bori used a needle to sew
He even added fresh stuffing to the toe
The bear only needs a smidgen more glue
Here ya are better than when it was new

“Thank you so much for fixing my bear
And treating him with the utmost of care”
“You are welcome my new friend
Stop by anytime, I’m always here to mend.”

A Bori Day Delight
by alittlechai

Deep in the ice caves,
Beneath the Terror Mountain,
Found by brave Hannah - 

Were some wondrous pets,
Furry, fluffy, yes, it’s true.
That’s Bori for you!

Timid? Small? Maybe.
But they make up for it all,
With tenacity!

Armin the mighty,
Donny, with his heart of gold,
Are more than just bold!

Not just anyone,
Can be a Keeper of Time,
And he does it fine!

So consider this,
When deciding your next pet,
Boris are good bets!

Sports: Skiing? Skating?
Digging until dawn?
And fine dancers too!

Fluffy and icy,
Never to be forgotten,
Not by me or you!

The Warrior Within: Alhana’s Brute Recruit
by exanomaly

Join the Brute Squad: find fun in fighting!
It doesn’t matter your level of skill:
we welcome pets both humongous and small,
so come choose a weapon from the team’s arsenal …

Use an obsidian dagger and an enchanted bow 
to contend with both intimate malice and far-off foes.
And if you’re a slow burner, here’s a fiery Flask,
or you can cut to the quick with a Pirate’s Cutlass.
For the witches among us there’re potions and magical scrolls –
go ahead! Pick out a frost cannon, if you don’t mind the cold …

Practical pets are empowered by the Wand of Reality,
while shadowy folk tend to love Marbles of Mystery,
and for those with precision I think I should mention,
a well-aimed blast from a ray gun will bring you a LOT of attention, 
but if you’re a stickler for safety pack a Helm of Recovery,
or don Dr. Sloth’s armour if you’re not afraid of impurity!

Join the Brute Squad:  faceoff without fear!
Ferocious females never flee!
Why should the lads have all the fun? 
Arm yourselves, ladies, and follow me … 

Haven’t you always dreamed of something more? 
To be the legend that conquered wraithlike hoards?
You there, lovely Aisha in disco tights,
imagine yourself, blessed by a faerie’s light:
nimble and fleet you dance with your sword,
a perilous beauty of renowned might!

Or you, the baker, humble and low? 
Your Kacheek eyes are sprinkled with flecks of woe!
I say trade your sweet cupcakes for exploding muffins,
so when you look back on this day, you’ll regret nothing. 
For this is the kernel of wisdom I sow: 
if you never try, you’ll never know!

Join the Brute Squad: who better to fight with?
We’re the toughest Neopian team:
there’s none better to train with, to spar and defy with, 
and our valour lives up to the myth.

I promise to train you with patience to boot,
to sharpen your talent like a Turned Tooth.
Don’t fear the Brutes and think that we’re scary, 
instead seek the love of the Brutal Mercenary, 
which won’t fade like the charm of your youth –
and is more lasting than glory, in truth.

It’s a sad misconception that our physical prowess
is attached to an archetype that’s savage and mean. 
To be a Brute is to be a strong, spirited fighter,
to be worthy, and brave, and even delightful! –
not some kind of emotionless machine. 

So, join the Brute Squad: don’t live with regret! 
I can’t recommend it enough, 
take up a spear, throw down your doubts and your frets,
and become the most worthy adversary yet!

(note: this verse can be found in the Who’s Who? chapter in “Claw of the Bori”, a book that proves not all Bori are nice and peaceful…)

The Ghostly Bori Perfume: A Trick or a Treat?
by _brainchild_

The Ghostly Bori Perfume will
Enthral. Ethereal,
The bottle has a spooky chill---
This Bori is surreal.
Who isn't hypnotized by light,
Mysterious and blue?
Enchanting, it has quite the bright
Appearance. What a brew!

I wonder what the atomizer
Has in store for me.
As it spews out like a geyser,
Will I find some glee,
Or will I find a spooky trick,
An unpleasant surprise?
I press down, and the button clicks---
Will this choice have been wise?

The scent is oh so ghostly, yet
I think I like it. I'm
Enjoying it, so do not fret---
It's actually sublime.
I like this scent so powdery,
So sample it today!
The essence of a Ghost Bori
Will lighten moods so grey.

Donny's Toy Repairs
by xxskyisfallingxx

There once was a wizened old Bori,
Who had quite a large inventory
Of old toys and new
And tools to renew
Ruined ones to their erstwhile glory.

A Chia found his mountain-top hut
And the workshop that was rarely shut
Donny welcomed him in
And then sutured the skin
Of the plushie, right where it was cut.

An Elephante came to him next
With a clock that was leaving her vexed.
It wouldn’t tell time
‘Til he cleared off the grime
And added numerical text.

A Lupe fled the snow and the slag
To bring Donny a neopoint bag.
He filled it anew,
And so riches grew,
And the Lupe’s tail was quick to wag.

A Pteri flew in with a yoyo.
What was wrong with it, she didn’t know.
Donny stretched out the string
And unknotted the thing
So the Pteri could put on a show.

A Kacheek stumbled in with a bike,
Exhausted from her long hike.
He uncrumpled the wheel
And hammered the steel--
Put it back to the way that she liked.

Then, last, came a Kau with a ball
That burst when she took a bad fall.
But on this, Donny slacked--
Had a coughing attack--
And he had no choice but to stall.

As soon as the repair was done,
The “Open” sign, to “Closed,” was spun.
Donny went to bed
To rest his tired head
And to dream of the work yet to come.

Bori Gnome
by spukl1

Oh, hello little friend,
I see you coming around the bend,
When you go home,
You greet which Bori gnome?

Is it Curious Bori
He’ll tell you a story. 
Is it Flower Picking?
With those petals he’s kicking?

Is it the Leaf Carrier?
He seems a little scarier…
Or is it Mr. Raking?
He’ll always greet you with bacon.

Oh, hello little friend,
I see you coming around the bend,
When you go home,
You greet which Bori gnome?

Is it the one in your dreams?
A Bori with diamonds and rings?!
Or a spooky future friend…
A Halloween gnome you pretend.

Could it be a Miss Bori Gnome?
All pink with a golden hair comb?
Or a little baby gnome Bori
To whom you stop and see in its glory.

Oh, hello little friend,
I see you coming around the bend,
When you go home,
You greet which Bori gnome?

The Green Bori
by beatlemania_

In Year 6 we received the Bori
He hails from the Ice Caves of Terror Mountain
Thanks to the discovery by Hannah
who made a new friend, a Bori called Armin

The Green Bori is a very shy pet
His thick fur can withstand the cold
His forelimbs are surprisingly strong
With huge claws built for burrowing

He can dig through the hardest terrain
To escape the harshest winter weather
And can curl up into a ball
Protected by thick armour plates on his back

His large ears can pick up any sound
In the air or below his feet
The tuft on his tail has the added bonus
Of making him cute and unique

The snow is his playground
Where he feels most at home
Because who doesn't love sliding down
A snowy slope or having snowball fights

Shy and quiet as he is
The Green Bori is a friend to all he meets
And wishes you a Happy Bori Day
With peace, love & hot chocolate

Shadow Bori
by ragecandybar

Shadows cover a shadow darker,
Hidden in the trees.
A flash of fur, pitch black,
Doesn't seem to cease.
O'er the canyon, Haunted Woods beyond,
Without movement she waits.

Under that mighty oak,
Shadows await her prey,
Under that mighty oak,
Laughter stays away.

Waiting under the oak, hiding in shadows,
After endless hours
In the dark, hours in the night.
Taunting all her rivals, taunting...
She strikes at midnight.