The Revenge of Eliv Thade
By Rocket_fox

The mystery of the vengeful Eliv Thade
Was a cute Kacheek that went insane
He lived a life of broken dreams
Came back from the dead with busted seams.

He's full of rage and may explode
All from a puzzle he can't decode
Back in the days, when he was alive
Full of dignity and full of pride...

Who could stump him? Who can say?
Then it came... that dreaded day.
The very day that he would fall
Was from a puzzle he couldn't solve.

Every day and night he'd fiddle
Trying to figure out that riddle.
If he had a simple guide
He'd be happy when he died.

His haunted castle, you shall fear it.
In there lies a tortured spirit.
This game is not for hopeless saps
His lair is full of tricks and traps.

The longer the game, the more absurd
Always solving scrambled words.
With a difficulty you cannot measure
Until you break under the pressure.

In the crypt is where he's featured
The demented soul of a helpless creature.
He's the mastermind, as you knew
So solve the anagram he gives to you.

And as you watch his spirit fade
Thus, ends the wrath of Eliv Thade.

                         The Lenny Conundrum
                           By Alexandragalina

                             The Lenny
                          Conundrum is
                      so hard       how come
                    I always           get it
                                            wrong?
                                          I try
                                         every
                                     week,
                                    but I
                                  still
                                 get it
                               wrong
                               Why is
                                 this

                               always
                            happening
                              to me?

Tigersquash
By Dragonofhealing

Instead of being plain
Two colours are your main
Orange and black
Unusual, but tasty in every way...

You grow on Mystery Island
You are sold in the shops
But you are bought easily
Better than a chokato with its spots...

You drive the market crazy
Your stripes draw attention
All the other stocks just lay there lazy
For you are putting things out of business...

So while you are eaten
Your colours digest
But everybody thinks of you
Tigersquash is the best.

My Naughty Baby Fireball
By Ragnarokwielder

My naughty Baby Fireball,
I'm glad you're finally home.
We need to have a little talk
About the places you decided to roam.

I got a call from the Toy Shop,
Did you go by there?
It seems a few keychains have gone missing,
And several dolls were found with singed hair.

Were you at the Bakery?
The Breadmaster found
A few pieces of burnt bread.
A doughnut or two
Seems to have vanished, as well
And his favorite apron was left in shreds.

You took neggs from the Snowager,
Burnt Illusen's forest to the ground.
Spilt all of the Water Faerie's potions,
And Cap'n Threelegs's wooden leg
Has yet to be found.

My naughty Baby Fireball,
What am I to do with you?
You ate all the fruit from the Fruit Machine,
This just isn't like you.

I heard you were in Faerieland,
Throwing rocks into the Rainbow Pool.
A man heard you talking about Jelly World,
Don't you lie, stop acting like a fool.

Were you at the Hidden Tower?
Don't act like you don't know.
You ate a carrotblade, some asparachucks,
Now do you have any idea how much I owe?

My naughty Baby Fireball,
You don't have to be so sad.
And though I am a bit annoyed,
There's no way I could stay mad.

We'll give back the toys you took,
I'll pay for the things you ate.
The potions will be cleaned up,
And I'll get the Cap'n a new leg made.

Illusen's forest will grow back,
The Fruit Machine will restock.
You can think what you want about Jelly World,
And I doubt the magic fountain
Will be hurt by a rock.

My naughty Baby Fireball,
It doesn't matter what you do.
We can always clean it up,
And I'll always forgive you.

Don't Abandon
By L33tgamergirl

In the distance you hear,
A faint, plaintive cry.
The sound is so poignant.
It brings tears to your eyes.

It starts to snow,
And you're about to go in.
But the cry sounds again,
So very faint and thin.

You know not what it is,
And yet your heart feels sad.
If it's hurt and you leave,
You'd feel like a cad.

So you walk towards the sound,
Keeping your head down in the snow.
You then stop, look around,
But nothing does show.

You're surrounded by white,
Ground, tree, and sky.
You can't see a thing,
No matter how hard you try.

Oh, wait! Over there!
A small dark lump.
As you walk fast towards it,
You think it's probably a stump.

But, no! It's a Uni,
Half buried in white.
As you approach,
It cowers in fright.

You hold out your hand,
Showing you mean no harm.
Then you gather it close,
And try to get it warm.

Who'd do such a thing,
To the poor little tyke?
Abandoned on Terror Mountain,
When it's almost night.

You carry it home,
And that's where it'll stay.
So it'll know that it's loved,
Every night and day.