BOROVAN DAY SPECIAL

A Cup of Borovan
By Ilove_nps

Neopia is blanketed
In blinding, pearly white.
The wind outside has Grarrl strength,
A Jetsam's worth of power.

My fuzzy chair tries its best
to keep me nice and warm.
But not even Warf on my lap
can fight the chill tonight.

The cold seeps through my body,
My Gelert shakes in bed.
Central heat is hardly enough
to keep warm a tiny Fleaf.

I need something, something now
to fight this winter beast.
Perhaps the kitchen holds the cure
to beat this frozen evil.

Cupboards bare, boxes empty,
Holding nothing that I need.
But, ah ha, there it's waiting,
The perfect remedy.

I sink back down and take a sip,
the results are soon in coming,
I feel the warmth glide all about
out into my hands and feet.

The cup is empty and I am full,
my skin is flushed and hot.
Let's celebrate this toasty friend,
come all and drink some borovan!

Morning Borovan
By Reggieman721

A chilly winter morning stroll,
Surrounded by the freezing cold
Can easily be made to be
A warm December remedy.

With jacket buttoned to the top,
Just pop into the coffee shop,
Where Neopets can simply say,
"The usual," each windy day.

The coffee mistress knows quite well
The recipe for winter's spell.
A steaming brew of borovan:
The perfect early morning plan!

A sip or two, a spot of fruit
Adds leisure to each day's commute.
The warmth spreads out from head to toes,
A happy feeling each pet knows!

And when the borovan is drained,
Pets gaze out frosted windowpane.
This brief respite a welcome break;
A necessary stop to take!

The Borovan Buffet
By Anjie

Tantalising is the scent,
So potent at this time.
Borovan is in the air,
A smell and taste sublime.
Every pet shall hasten forth,
(Or those with taste, at least!)
The dawn shall bring the promised day,
At long last, time to feast!

A Borovan Buffet is planned,
With treats divine and rare.
Delicious products all set out,
And every type is there!
A massive structure, pride of place,
A sculpture formed from ice.
It's shaped like cup of Borovan,
To make the crowd look twice!

Silver plates and crystal glass,
The scene is quite elite!
Here they come to just be seen,
The bonus is to eat!
Pavlova, brownies too,
The taste? It's hard to tell.
Every guest seems satisfied,
They play hard and eat well!

Pets dressed in their finest threads,
Do come to feast and play.
Neopia doth stop and clap,
Applauding on this day!
Why a mighty, tasty feast?
Are all the stories true?
The reason for Borovan Day,
The guests all know, do you?

Blessing: Borovan
By Keikala

The tendrils of a waking sun
manifest on night-stained skies;
Dusted dreams you'll soon forget
make limbs heavy as you rise.

Beyond the reach of sleep-rimmed mind,
you heed an old, familiar call.
The world is naught but footsteps
and you know where each will fall.

Unconscious movements, practiced ease,
boiling water in a pan;
Intimation of aroma sweet
announces batch of Borovan.

Winter's chill is banished by
writhing curls of heat agleam
that spill from resonating browns
topped by frothy, pastel creams.

This roasted wealth, this Borovan,
this rich and bold, enchanting brew,
this nonchalant, daily rite
means ever so much more to you.

You lift the warmth to waiting lips,
and so, with such, the day begins:
a gift of strength that will last
until the morning comes again.