Blumaroo Day Special

The Fire Blumaroo
by myncithemonkey

Focused and resolute,
A Blumaroo stands still,
On alert and astute,
Flames bend to his will.

With a charcoal body,
And radiating heat,
Intense inferno swirls,
Fire beneath his feet.

From virulent volcanoes,
To ash-scattered fields,
Few dare to appose,
The intense might he wields.

Burning with passion,
He is always restless,
Faces of foes ashen,
His power relentless.

But in tranquil moments,
The Blumaroo's flames cease,
His fiery rage frozen,
On finding inner peace.

Blumaroos Birthday
by annikkiadepp_

Whoop de doo, whoop de doo
today’s the day of the Blumaroo

Big nose among its main features,
don’t forget their swirly tail. 
Blumaroos are great creatures,
which from Roo Island hail

Blumaroos are friendly Neopets
who love to bounce around
and eat freshly made baguettes
while going up and down.

They’re always in the mood
to whistle a happy melody
Incessant singing may seem rude
but they will surely sing sensibly. 

Blumaroos love making money,
playing a game or two.
They always find it rather funny
when they win at Dice-a-roo.

To adopt a Blumaroo you don’t have to queue,
as they are available every day
You can gift them a Baby Blue,
with which they will love to play.

Blumaroos & Roodoku
by therainbowsheep

Come one, come all: step up to the plate!
Prove your prowess with numbers, you must be great.
King Roo seeks a new treasurer, one with true skill-
Capable of advanced mathematics, you know the drill.

The test applicants take will be a complicated game,
I speak of Roodoku; winning will earn fame.
Blumaroos of Roo Island are faced with the task,
Fill in blank squares correctly, questions you may not ask.

Numbers 1-9 must be featured in each square,
In columns and rows too, so do not scare.
There are no hints, so the Blumaroos must think,
Before touching pen to paper, finalizing with ink.

But this species is clever: curious and bright,
They are up for the challenge, down for the fight.
Blumaroos love games, optimistic and happy,
They are always good sports, sometimes even sappy.

Roo Island's next treasurer is certain to be smart,
For winning Roodoku is truly quite the art.
Happy Blumaroo Day to these joyful island natives,
Even when it comes to numbers, they are so creative!

To the Rohane Plushie on my Desk
by precious_katuch14

For a grizzly Bearog he is no match,
A wandering plains Lupe he cannot catch.
He strikes no fear into villains' hearts,
Nor sends running those monstrous sorts.
His armour is golden but plush and soft,
He can't quite hold his sword aloft.
He doesn't really move from where he is,
And sits there almost in ignorant bliss.
He doesn't wander the wilderness,
And perhaps that might be best.
Instead, he sits every day upon my desk,
A silent witness whenever I'm stressed,
From trying to write poems and stories,
Of action, adventure and heroes' glory. 
My pens and notebooks he does protect,
And the quills I so often select.
He is on constant vigil whenever I write,
When my inspiration runs just right.
My pen holder is his watchtower, 
Only my books in fear of him do cower, 
My strewn papers are his wide plains,
He never has to worry about sun or rain,
Or staying alive, or winning fights,
Or solving Neopia's strange plights.
And as I pen this poem I had planned,
That plush Blumaroo is close at hand. 
Why is this so? Well, you see,
This poem is about a Rohane Plushie. 
For a grizzly Bearog he is no match,
A wandering plains Lupe he cannot catch.
He strikes no fear into villains' hearts,
Nor sends running those monstrous sorts.
But he saved me from writer's block, at least,
Which is a truly terrifying beast!

Blums Can't be Beat
by ennyra

Today is Blumaroo Day, yay!
Let's all gather around,
And be super loud yelling hooray,
For every single Blum in town.

What can we do to celebrate?
Of course we need to bounce on our tails!
If you don't have one, no fear,
You can just pretend without fail.

Blumaroos love spending time with us,
No matter what we do.
Having a picnic, playing tag,
They know our friendship is true.

Let's make them feel special today,
Don't forget to bring the cake to eat!
To all the Blums out there,
Just know that you can't be beat!

The Food Club Roos
by t0tor0

The Food Club boasts two Blumaroos:
Which pirate would you rather choose?
Although the odds may give some clues,
Sometimes the favourites still lose.

There’s Scurvy Dan the Blade, who eats
The most of salty foods and meats,
Although his appetite depletes
When he is faced with any sweets.

The massive Stuff-A-Roo fares best
When there is pizza to digest.
Admittedly, he does protest
When there are neggs at the food fest.

Ol’ Dan is often a safe bet.
Unless he’s up against a threat
Like Gooblah, I don’t really fret
About the chance of an upset.

The risky bettors favour Stuff.
Although his odds are mostly tough,
The boost they give is quite enough
To make his backers’ winnings puff.

Whichever Roo you choose to play,
They’ll both enjoy a great buffet.
Whatever the match outcome, they
Will have a wonderful Roo Day!

Don't Be Blue, Blumaroo!
by tallydepp

Don't be blue, Blumaroo!
There are lots of fun things you can do!
Go play a game, like Dice-a-roo -
You may even win a prize or two.

Don't be blue, Blumaroo!
You can visit the Food Club crew.
Take a bet on who will chew
Their food the fastest and win for you!

Don't be blue, Blumaroo!
See your tail, shiny and new?
You can bounce the whole day through!
I'd do that, if I were you.

So don't be blue, Blumaroo!
Never forget, we love you.

The Bouncy Blumaroo
by roxanna203

Blumaroos are cute and happy,
But some are grey and sappy.
All have long tails to bounce,
They jump real high, then pounce.

Bouncing on jelly dice for fun,
Laughing merrily under the sun.
Their feet are made of love,
Heart-pad shaped seen above!

All around they are so sweet,
Spreading joy to anyone they meet.
Their snout that curls at the tip,
Can't cover the smile they equip!

With large ears they can hear,
If anyone's sad to give a cheer.
Blumaroos bounce joyously all day,
Into your arms - there they stay!

A Toast to AAA!
by ayakae

This Blumaroo plays all sorts of games
Neopia’s finest gamer, he proclaims
His name is Aristotle A. Avinroo
Otherwise known as AAA to you

He’s always trying to beat his highest score
While keeping firmly closed his bedroom door
His annoying sister, Abigail, can be such a brat
He simply doesn’t have the time for that!

How can you when there’s so many games to play?
From Cooty Wars to Bruno’s Backwoods Breakaway
There’s also Turmac Roll, Pakiko, and Snowball Fight
And Hasee Bounce, Feed Florg, and Smug Bug Smite

Every single day does AAA hone his skill
Playing all these games gives him such a thrill
And he doesn’t do it just for the trophy, you know
He just wants to see how high he can go!

And AAA does it so well, you won’t believe
Every trophy in Neopia he has achieved!
All sorts of bronze and silver and gold trophies on his shelf
You can’t blame him for being proud of himself!

Hard work and determination from him we can learn
AAA goes for what he wants, he doesn’t just yearn!
As long as you keep practicing, anything is possible
And before long, you’ll be unstoppable

So, today, Aristotle A. Avinroo we joyfully celebrate
He’s part of the reasons why Neopia is so great
Let’s give him some loving words to show that we care—
Long live the host of the Games Master Challenge and Daily Dare!

Blumaroo Dance Moves
by geneames1

Someone wrote a book, I hear
Called "Blumaroo Dance Moves"
For those with challenged rhythm
to get into their grooves

One two three, turn and bounce
are all the steps you'll need
Reading chapters one through six
will get you up to speed 

Before you hit the dance floor
Go practice for a while
By the time you finish
You will Cha Cha Cha with style

Read the book from front to back
Then front to back again
You'll be a new Dance Master
And amaze all of your friends

Chef Bonju and His Stew
by i_lovee_icecream

Bonju is a great chef indeed,
Cooking soups and stews to feed,
All of Neopians who are in need;
What an incredibly kind deed.

Chef Bonju is an Orange Blumaroo,
Who cooks the tastiest kind of stew;
Gourmet Cooking for Your Pet, Orange Juice,
and the Steak of a Blumaroo.

There is a rumour some have heard,
That he pushed Hoban off the stern, 
The truth of the matter might be blurred,
For who do you trust in their word?

He's mad about orange, that Roo,
He keeps his recipes a secret, true,
Even if he's had a culinary break through,
What a mad genius, that Chef Bonju. 

Chef Bonju is an Orange Blumaroo,
Who cooks the tastiest kind of stew;
Gourmet Cooking for Your Pet, Orange Juice,
and the Steak of a Blumaroo.

Goodnight, Pink Blumaroo!
by birdinggal

In the little Neohome
That sits just down the lane,
With the Sleeping Hissi Gnome
Sitting ‘neath the window pane,

Lives a pink Blumaroo
Getting ready for the night,
With their Kadoaties two,
As the moon does shine so bright.

Their teeth are now brushed,
They can climb into bed.
The Kads have been hushed,
And the bedtime stories read.

So, goodnight to the book of tales,
With adventures lively filled,
Of pirate ships with mighty sails,
And adventurers so skilled.

Goodnight to the Kadoaties, 
On the floor so sound asleep.
The night shan't echo with your cries;
You scarce shall make a peep.

Goodnight to the toothbrush dear
That helps out teeth to gleam,
And gives our smile that extra cheer
And causes it to beam. 

Goodnight to our home so snug – 
Oh, how we love you so!
Like a Petpetpet nestled in a rug,
You set our hearts aglow.

Goodnight, Blumaroo of pink, 
As your head on pillow’s laid,
Your heavy eyes do slowly blink,
Your consciousness does fade.

And goodnight, moon, your light so soft,
Shines in the air so high,
Up above us do you waft,
Across the star-lit sky.

Bouncy Supreme Blumaroo
by fourin

Let us imagine for a while,
A land that does not exist,
Filled with jelly for miles,
Now, our story goes like this:

A jolly Jelly Blumaroo,
Went exploring one day,
Longing for something new,
He bounced and bounced away.

Our cheerful jelly explorer,
Went just a little bit too far,
When jelly landscapes and flora,
Gave way to bubbling jelly lava.

Now our sweet and bouncy friend,
Found himself at the jelly volcanoes,
And as a roaring sound descends,
He turned and instantly froze.

The fearsome Pterodactyl nears,
Swooping closer to this jelly treat.
Terrified, our poor hero fears,
He's lunch if he does not retreat!

So, bounce away does this Blumaroo,
Teetered on pillars above boiling heat.
While yes, it really is something new,
He does not dare to miss a beat!

Your Blumaroo day invite!
by xxicy_

All the Blumaroos across the land,
bouncing excitedly for a celebration so grand.
Springing along spreading happiness and cheer,
Because this day only comes once a year. 

But you see, 
You can celebrate too! 
The Blumaroos want you to have a fun day just like they do! 
So come to Roo Island where the party is BIG! 
Where everyone can be seen singing & dancing happy jigs. 

The happiness isn’t limited to just one day,
You see the Blumaroo is always this way. 
But today is the day they want to celebrate with YOU!
Happy Blumaroo day,
Come join the festivities too!

Rohane Prevails
by hectic_haley

Hailing from the Island of Roo
Is the great species of Blumaroo

Though there were many great Blumaroos,
From King Roo to AAA,
Rohane is maybe the most beloved,
And he dazzles in his shiny gold armour.

For those unfamiliar with Rohane,
He is the captain of a spaceship that was headed for the sun.
He leads his trusty crew of Mispy, Velm, and Tailina through simulations
Of great Neopian lands.

Rohane inspires his crew,
famous for his words "justice prevails again" and "our enemies fall before us."
He does not waver under immense pressure,
Instead he rises to the occasion.

Rohane always prevails,
When he and his crew defeat King Terask,
They regain control of their ship
And in the end, they do not collide with he sun.

The Brutal Chef Bonju: Hoban's Lament
by _brainchild_

Ol' Chef Bonju is such a jerk!
That Blum is quite the piece of work.
The scoundrel pushed me into seas.
Right now, I am beyond displeased!

The guy can't cook---this I maintain!
I said so, and he went insane.
Now, here I sit, inside a crate.
A rescue is what I await!

I'm stuck here, floating in the sea.
These veggies taste no good to me,
Yet they are all I have. I must
Consume them, and not make a fuss.

Is anybody coming?! Please!
My rage and boredom sure won't cease
Until the day when I am saved.
For weeks on end, I haven't shaved!

...What's that?! The ship is here! I'm free!
I thought this would be it for me.
Now I will show that Blumaroo
Why NOT to disrespect the crew.

The Bluest Blumaroo
by swordlilly

The bluest Blumaroo didn't use to be blue.
He used to be yellow and a very merry fellow.
But one day he took a wrong turn at the fountain,
Slipped into the cold-- and lo and behold!
His merry yellow fur changed under his eyes,
Turned mellow and blue: blue through and through!

"Now what do I do?" thought the sad little Roo.
He sat and he thought and he sobbed, "Boo hoo!"
He couldn't bear to look at his face in the brook.
It was moody and grim; it just wasn't him.
He felt out of place everywhere in every way,
And even his friends started staying away.

Then one day he saw another Blue Blumaroo
Bouncing and smiling, announcing with style
That she was going to sing in an evening show.
And sing she did! --with glow and sparkle.
The bluest Blumaroo sat and thought again:
Perhaps being blue was not the end of the world.

He lifted his ears, he thumped his tail,
He raised his glance and gave himself the chance
To do what he dreamed of before he turned blue,
Before that fateful day when he lost his way.
And blue he remained, but in appearance only;
He is no longer strained, and no longer lonely.

Blumaroo Bouncing Boots
by indulgences

This item makes me grin and laugh.
Why would our Blumaroos
Need boots with springs upon their heels
When bouncing’s all Roos do?

Our Blumaroos are built to hop.
They’re built to leap and skip.
These boots are not essential things.
Why should they be equipped?

Our Blumaroos have padded feet,
So cushioned, plush and soft.
Their legs are meant for jumping high…
So high, they seem aloft!

These boots, with springs upon their heels,
Will not improve one’s gait.
Your pet will stumble, slip and fall,
A sad and clumsy fate!

These boots are quite superfluous.
They’re quite expensive too.
Please find another pair of boots
For your dear Blumaroo!

We are all Blumaroos
by fredilm

An old Pteri told me
Blumaroos do not exist

Roo Island? She said
That’s a myth, I insist

All those crazy dices?
I will cut them in slices

Count Von Roo idolatry?
Conspiracy.

And those ridiculous ears…
Then she burst into tears

She wanted to be a Blumaroo!
Hopefully, I told her
You don’t need giant ears to be one
All it takes is a big heart and a funny mood
Then you’re a Blumaroo, but don’t be rude!

Dice a Roo
by jrayeb3

The die flies from his paws,
red, the colour of the bitten apple,
he’d won yesterday.
He’d wondered who had taken that bite,
and left the rest of the fruit for a prize-
and what that said about the pet
who had done the biting.

Where the die landed, he never cared.
He didn’t waste energy predicting-
he’d roll, roll again,
setting 5 Neopoints on the counter each round-
more often than not, he’d lose
before he made it past the first colour
and saw the sky-blue shine
of the next die,
gleaming in the green fur of his palm.

He rolls again-
a point gained, two points lost,
with bated breath, he rolls.
A Blumaroo bounces past,
tells him how this job is easier than being a bingo ball,
and he almost pauses to ask,
how do Blumaroos play bingo?
But he’s made it to blue.
And quickly to green,
and before his luck can end,
before the faces the inevitable game over,
he wins
a chicken breast.
And that is enough to make up his mind:
he will play another round.