The Gelert Doctor
By international_chunk

I am the Gelert doctor
How are you today?
For a bad case of Neopox,
Eat some special pizza, okay?

Well, I cure all sorts of diseases
From Lumps to Bloaty Feet!
You can call me Mr. Good Germ
Because the bad germs I defeat!

When you have a case of Sneezles,
There's really nothing to fear,
Just feed them a cookie,
And that cookie and I you'll cheer.

If you feel like your stomach
Speaks its own very mind
Say, "Grumble be Gone"
And you're right on!
But it may be from its food,
Tummys can be rude!
But sometimes they can be kind.

When you turn into a bubble machine
And you don't know what to do,
I recommend this yummy flavoured herbal drink
Just for you!

Oh no, your pet's made a puddle
On your floor lays a river of drool
For that stupid floppy tongue
Give them an injection,
And your tongue'll be perfection,
And you will seriously rule!

So whenever you're sick,
Call me double quick!
And I'll be there for you,
The Gelert doctor knows what to do!

Luperus, the Three Headed Lupe
By katalisk

Keeper of the blackened gates
The underworld he guards.
Living in the evil darkness.
Holding all the cards.

His dark, bloodstained coat.
His filthy, dirt covered claws.
His plaque-infested, long, sharp fangs.
His massive, strong, large paws.

Souls of those forgotten.
Hearts of those who are lost.
Listened to the whispered promise.
They paid the greatest cost.

Three canine Lupe heads he owns.
Each glowers and growls.
The chamber of the hearts and souls
Release their agonised howls.

He crossed the path of angelic ones.
He crossed the path of light.
The shadows trail behind him
Turning day to night.

A haunting howl escapes his throat.
The hunt has now begun.
Within each night his evil lurks
And from his grasp we run!

The Money Tree
By Babylicketysplit84

Many Neopians are tight on their cash.
And so to the Money Tree, they often dash.
Who wouldn't pass up a free item or two?
Definitely not me, and certainly not you!

You check out the items and take your pick,
But Oops! Too late... you weren't very quick.
It tells you not to be too greedy,
But you can't be greedy
Unless you're real speedy!

"But that's not fair!" you say to the Koi.
You were hoping to get some free food or a toy.
Tombola gives me booby prizes--
it makes my Flotsam weep.
And the Snowager attacks me,
that is if he's not asleep!

I want free things! I don't wanna pay!
I want to win free stuff all day!
But I guess that's just a bit selfish of me...
I've never donated to the tree!

I want and want, but never give.
And I guess that's not the way to live.
So from now on, I'll be more kind.
And maybe more random events I'll find! ; )

Questing
By Stellawen

At spells and recipes, they are the best.
But they always seem to have a request.
To find what they ask, that is the test,
When you decide to go on a quest.

The crying Snow Faerie, alone in the ice.
Adventurers in her house huddle like mice.
She asks for some treats,
A few things will suffice.
Give her the items, and she's really quite nice!

Edna the Witch cackles in her tower,
Making spells and charms of great power.
If you don't find her ingredients within an hour,
Her expression will become mean and sour.

The toughest quest is from the Brain Tree.
"Where and when did Al Chia die?" says he.
Knowing where to get the information is key.
To get the answer, the Esophagor one must see.

To get questers, Illusen and Jhudora fight.
And denying them their items is not very bright.
Since these Faeries are moody, always be polite.
Completing their quests
Makes them smile in delight.

The Maraquan Chef, in the tropical land,
Cooking away, stressed out in the sand.
Do him a favor and lend him a hand,
Or Mumbo Pango will have him canned!

As you see, questing is pretty great.
So go do one now, do not wait!
Do them on time, and never be late.
Which to do first is the only debate!

Quiggle Power
By browniethe2nd

Traveling through the Haunted Woods
A young Quiggle fantasizes horrors
Of witches in black capes and hoods
And of slime dripping monsters

He sees old cracked tombstones
In the Spooky Marketplace,
Giving him a chill right to the bones
And a look of fear on his face

The little Quiggle hears a groan
He senses that he is not alone
He turns around to see the Esophagor
And scampers away in terror

He runs
And doesn't stop
And suddenly, a clown with squirt guns
Chases him over the hilltop

The Quiggle stumbles
Over bushes and boulders
Through the dark he fumbles
He suddenly stops to face his pursuer

The Quiggle starts to show strength and courage
His fists start to tighten
Using his Battledome knowledge,
He decides to teach the clown a lesson

The Quiggle carries out a Quiggle splash
Sending water shooting everywhere
The clown falls with a crash
And cries with utter despair

The Quiggle triumphs gallantly
Back home to Neopia he goes,
Bringing with him a great story
To tell his Neopian fellows