Poogle Day Special

The Talk of the Poogle Parade
by duchessmombi

Today’s Poogle Parade seems odd,
Though perhaps my hearing is flawed.
All shine like a rose
(as they strut and they pose)
But listen before you applaud.

The Poogle Parade saunters past,
While one little plush cries, “Avast!”
She carries a sword
(though it’s made from a board)
She’s as proud as a crow on a mast.

While the paraders trot with a clank,
An elderly Poogle pulls rank.
In a cap with a feather
(in spite of the weather)
He tells us to, “Go walk the plank!”

As the Poogle Parade goes along,
One marcher busts out in a song.
“Shiver me timbers!
(or tiver me shimbers?)”
He seems to forget which is wrong.

Now the Poogle Parade has gone far,
And I know why their words felt bizarre.
“Ahoy and aweigh!”
(as the Poogles might say)
It be Talk Like a Pirate Day—Yarr!

Wishing I Was a Pirate
by sky_lady

Ahoy! I wish I was a pirate,
so I could sail my ship all day.  
Be surrounded by the ocean blue,
and spend the night at the bay. 

I would sail in agitated waters.
Fearless, aye. I am always brave.
Being in the ocean is worth the risk, 
where you may find a beautiful cave. 

Avast ye! I wouldn’t be alone.
It would be me and my crew.
We would sing pirate songs,
and hear tales by our matey Gnorbu. 

Avast, ye scurvy dogs! 
This is how real pirates talk. 
And if you fail to swab the deck, 
The plank ye will have to walk!

We wouldn’t be lookin’ fer treasure,
companionship is all we seek. 
Explorin’ the sea together, 
and find somethin’ new every week. 

Aye! Just me and my mateys, 
on a mission to explore the sea.
Arrr! If only I owned a ship, 
it would be a pirate’s life for me!

Being a pirate would make me happy. 
This is me lifetime aspiration. 
One day I could even be captain!
Well, now that’s a new frustration. 

I love goin’ to the Golden Dubloon. 
This could be our ship’s name!
Aye! I am famous in Krawk Island,
fer ne’er losin’ a Bilge Dice game.

Blimey! I need to stop dreamin’,
I have to work and bills to pay. 
Best I can do is talk like a pirate. 
Yarr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day!

A Poogle Pirate
by one_headlight

A Blue Poogle stepped off a ship,
Onto Krawk Island's sandy shore.
He tossed the captain a generous tip,
And got ready to go and explore.

Into the small shanty town he walked,
A place full of pirates, dressed head to toe.
He couldn't help notice the way they talked,
All sorts of unfamiliar words and lingo.

Ahoy me hearties! Shiver me timbers!
How wonderfully exciting and new!
A wooden peg leg, a gold tooth shimmers,
This Poogle was ready to join the crew.

He waltzed straight into Krawk Fashions,
Dubloons at the ready to become a pirate.
Dressed up and looking better than imagined,
He was ready to show off a seadog's spirit!

A spotted red bandana on top of his head,
With earrings and an eye-patch to boot.
Learning all the phrases being said,
It was time to become a pirate recruit!

Aye, aye captain, batten down the hatches!
Time to weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!
Set sail in search of buried treasure chests,
X marks the spot, a Pirate Poogle's ambition.

A Captain’s Memory
by heart_stealer292

They call me “Trapper,” but Remis is my name, 
A Poogle, quite known in the game. 
I guard Team Altador with all my might, 
No Yooyu escapes my watchful sight. 
 
I'm built to sprint and live for the chase, 
To defend for my team, I set the pace. 
I may not pass, I may not score, 
But try to beat me and you’ll hit the floor! 
 
For years I wore the captain’s band, 
Led my team hand in hand. 
In 2018, I passed it down, 
Yet stayed to fight for Altador’s crown. 
 
When grey skies cursed the city’s streets, 
And shadows disappeared from under our feet, 
I continued to guide guests through the halls, 
I shared our tales, our victories, our falls. 
 
From 2006 to seasons new, 
I’ve stood with the team, loyal and true. 
A Poogle small, fierce and alive, 
In Altador’s heart, I’ll always strive.

Talk like Ol' Stripey
by chantluigi

It's Talk Like A Pirate Day across the lands,
Will this bring me luck and will I have all the fortune in my hands?
"Batten down the hatches" I hear in the crowd, 
"Avast Ye!", "Aye Aye", Wow, it's so loud.. 

In Krawk Island where all the pirates gather,
There's an eating contest happening, whatever the weather.
A difficult battle going on to eat the most food,
Will it be Orvin or Dan, Gooblah or will they get Stuff-A-Roo'd!?

Neopians gather to place their bets and I'm feeling bold,
Will Ol'Stripey pull through or will I lose all my gold?
As the bell rings and the competition begins, 
There's food flying everywhere and only the hungriest will win.

Bonnie is staying strong, Blackbeard is keeping the pace,
I begin to worry about Ol' Stripey losing and begin to brace,
It's almost done, and panic is setting in,
Did I make the right bet, or should I throw my slip in the bin?

As Ol' Stripey eats the last of his bread,
It's a close call with Gooblah, and I'm filled with dread.
It's all over with the sound of the final bell,
I look at the scoreboard and let out a yell!

Everyone looks shocked, Ol' Stripey has won,
Who would have thought "talk like a pirate day" could be so fun.
With my winnings in hand and feeling like I could fly, 
I'll be back tomorrow and bet twice as high.

Ode to the Pirate Poogle
by triarthrus_eatoni

Yar har har and a bottle of tar!
Be it good today, but be it far!
The Poogles, Aye, be insofar, 
Be for the lot, that we are!

Thar be a Poogle whose bandana was red,
Who sailed the seven seas!
Aye, to the ocean is he wed,
At least there he has not fleas!

Yo ho ho and a baleful o'drums!
The Poogle is skilled, he isn't all thumbs!
Aboard his vessel, Aye, thar can he be seen,
With the winds and an opalescent sheen!

Ye hee hee and a can full of beans!
The pirate's got lots of experiences.
From sea to shining sea is he seen!
With many scuffles from instances!

So thar be ye lookin' fer today's Poogle Parade!
The li'l Pirates cannot yet be swayed!
Sailing from the end of Neopia,
Destined to discover abound utopia!

With an arr like a scar not fer mar!
The captain Poogle resided!
To be swift with his sword not fer char!
His hopes and dreams, aye, he decided!

The Pirate Poogle one day sank,
his beautiful ship all out of flank!
Though he vowed to sail again one day,
When the Navy's admiral went away!

Talk Like a Pirate's a Day For Me
by imbitter

Hear ye, hear ye - wait, that's old timey
Just because it uses ye doesn't make it pirate-y
Talk like a pirate day is one of my favorites
Amusingly whimsy, things all other days covet

Aye, the world be using the lingo
Neoboards change text, causing great inspo
Except with when the change is in the middle of words
Making the sentence absolutely absurd

Boards of spyking when the creators are seeking
Cause me confusing, but then humorous shrieking
There are ones that make sense, much to our delight
Like for to fer or cross swords for fight

I myself fancy great quips
Words like avast or abandoning ship
Great images come to my mind
Of pirates off to see what they can find

You may use your wit to show up as flashy
But don't overdo it today, savvy?
Depending on how much you wallow
Gloating may end with a trip to the gallows

I'm a mere landlubber, the date's snuck up on me
When I look at the calendar I can't believe what I see
'Shiver me timbers it's that time already?'
The year has gone fast, although stable and steady

Take some time today, give it a thought
Even a quick Ahoy to someone you caught
It's not hard to celebrate, even if childish play
Today is Talk Like a Pirate Day!

The Strawberry Poogle
by a_panda_bear

There once was a little Blue Poogle,
A cheery wee thing named Sherry. 
She would eat and eat until all full;
Her stomach always stuffed with strawberries!

Sherry and her pal, Fred the Doglefox,
Would hunt for berries day and night.
They’d look in bushes and under rocks,
Their search lit up sun or moonlight. 

At last! A treasure has been found!
Fred lets out a bark, makes a loud sound!
They cheer and feast to their heart’s content,
Then fall asleep, their energy is spent. 

Sherry and Fred woke up the next day,
Feeling refreshed and renewed,
Excited to find more berries and play! 
Maybe they’d find berries in the multitude. 

Looking at each other, they let out a shout,
No more were they blue, but a bright red!
They were different for sure, not a doubt!
They were now strawberries, both Sherry and Fred!

What a surprise! What a shock indeed!
They had now become their favourite thing,
And honestly they were quite pleased.
Sherry and Fred were so happy they could sing. 

The strawberry friends went out again,
Their shiny red coats sparkling in the sun. 
Who knows what this new day will contain?
Strawberries perhaps but for sure some great fun!

The Nostalgic Pirate Chomby: Neopia’s Cutest Pirate
by _brainchild_

Despite being a pirate, a
Nostalgic Pirate Chomby will
Be named the cutest any day.
Why, looking at him is a thrill.

His eye not covered by a patch
And grin are so adorable.
Why, he wears a headpiece to match!
The stripes are fearsome, never dull.

His scarf is yellow, like the sun.
It’s grand and vivid, with much flair.
His neck and tail are striped---what fun!
Why, happiness is in the air.

He has a skull print on his side,
Since any pirate should have one.
His spines create a fine divide
Across his back, so sure to stun.

The Chomby only has three legs,
Yet he’s out to have fun all day!
Although he has to wear a peg,
He will not let it cause dismay.

Therefore, friend, if your sweet dino
Seeks a new look, then maybe
He should become a pirate. You know,
This style brings a lot of glee.

Choras Tillie the Armour Smith
by precious_katuch14

Ancient Neopia is a harsh place,
It's dangerous to go unarmed. 
Ill-equipped adventurers
Are quick to come to harm.

When you need a magic robe
Or perhaps a guarding shield, 
Look for the Poogle master,
Smart, strong and skilled.

Choras Tillie has what you need,
Choras Tillie has what you seek.
Within his ample armoury,
Why don't you take a peek?

Shining steel helmets,
Suits of polished armour.
There are gauntlets and greaves,
Stalwart plates, and more!

A true master of the forge,
This Poogle can lend a hand,
To our hero traversing,
This wild, hostile land.

But before anything else,
Choras needs a few things,
And they are carried 
By monsters prowling. 

Despite all his talent,
He has one flaw, to be fair.
Not even Choras Tillie 
Can make armour out of air!

Off to the Races!
by catchinglights

On Faerieland this day, you will find,
It's a great day to go to a race.
Make sure your bet slip is signed,
Where will your chosen Poogle place?

Poogle One, dressed in all black,
Of all the racers they are most swift.
They almost always lead the pack,
A bet on them surely won't whiff!

Close behind is Poogle number Two,
Just as eager for the race to begin.
Clad in a bib of the brightest blue,
This Poogle can also earn the win!

In the middle you find Poogle Three,
Wearing a bib of dark navy blue,
They are prone to Itchy Scratchies,
Which makes it hard to see a race through.

Poogle Four, wearing brightest green,
Always tries to do their best.
Though their odds are quite lean,
They can keep up with the rest.

Poogle number Five has the longest of odds,
But that only sweetens the final prize.
In the back of the pack they often plod,
Other times they rush to a big surprise!

There is but one question on our minds:
Which Poogle won the race today?
But the results the Poogles have declined,
For all Poogles are winners on Poogle Day!

Carbo-Loadin’
by 9kas

Ahoy, me matey! Squire’s me name,
The largest Chia o’ Food Club fame. 
Each day I eat
Meat, sweets, ‘n treats!
As swift as I can, cos that’s the game!

Against the top pirates I often lose,
Fer Goob demolishes all the meat stews!
But I can be best
If I would be blessed
With doughy selections fer me to choose. 

If thar be Hot Cakes or Bacon Muffins
Be sure to bet cos Squire will win!
Breads be me fave,
They’re all that I crave!
I’ll spend all my days just carbo-loadin’!

But though I love to feast all day,
Chompin’ through the daily buffet,
Give me an orange?
I’ll shudder ‘n cringe!
Me eatin’ fruits - thar’s ain’t no way!

I’m not dramatic, they’re real allergies,
Feedin’ me fruits will make me wheeze!
A Lemon Blitz
Will make me quit!
Do not give me fruit, please oh PLEASE!

So do bet on me at the Food Club
If thar be warm ‘n toasty subs!
When thar be yeast
I’ll surely feast
Fer breads be Squire’s favourite grub!

Poogle Merchant Advertisement
by angelbrat916

You see me out on the street.
My prices, they won't be beat.
I'm always slinging my stuff.
Don't like my prices, well that's tough.

Out here selling my wares,
Inflation is cutting into my shares.
Come make a trade,
But only if I actually get paid.

I'm not trying to make waves here.
Just trying to make enough Neopoints in a year.
Out here decked out in all my bling,
Don't you want the same thing?

Look at all my stuff shine.
Why don't you take that as a sign?
I'll take your Neopoints no matter where you're from.
Locals, visitors, anyone is welcome.

Your wallet is all you must bring,
I have sales of everything.
My gold wares sparkle the best,
Way better than the rest.

Just come check out my stall,
I really do have it all.
Bring me all the proceeds,
For all your Neopian needs!

The Poogle Apprentice (Hubrid's Hero Heist)
by m_hero18

Oh no, Jeran seems to have vanished yesterday!
And Master Vex has lost his way?
Where did Illusen and Jerdana go?
Wait a minute, Hubrid Nox is capturing all the heroes!

They are all nowhere to be found, 
I want to help, but my magic is not very sound.
I am just a Poogle Apprentice, small and new,
But someone must save the whole crew!

I stumble through the Haunted Woods,
Trembling where I stood.
Ghost Chias and Lupes are attacking me!
I wave my wand and suddenly they want to flee!

There's Magnus! I save him, still don't know how.
Queen Fyora too! Oh wow!
I'm slow, confused, and clumsy,
Yet I am setting everyone free!

I somehow became a hero too, I took a bow.
Everyone is cheering now!
I somehow saved the day,
Who knew heroes come in different ways?

The Poogle Merchant
by shenkuun

In the heart of Sakhmet's crowded Bazaar,
Travellers gather from near and far.
A particular Poogle can be found there,
Pawning off his valuable wares.

Come one, come all, the Poogle Merchant has it all!

Four golden piercing adorn the Poogle's ears,
While his skill of persuasion exceeds his years.
This experienced merchant exudes great devoir,
Inside of Sakhmet's local Bazaar.

Hear ye, hear ye, look and see!

He has sharp wit and rarities for sale,
His bargaining tactics surely won't fail.
Buy this golden chalice for you will not regret,
It came from the palace, now sold at this outlet.

Step on up, come near, and buy this opulent souvenir!

A red coin sash drapes around his waist,
His cloths of silk and satin are ones to embrace.
Buy a genie lamp and get one free,
It's encouraged to splurge on your shopping spree.

At a discounted rate, he'll even throw in a plate!

The Poogle Merchant's stock is one to see,
He even sells old palace keys.
Compasses, rings, bracelets and more,
Towels, shields, and potions galore.