POOGLE DAY SPECIAL

The Poogle Apprentice
By Yoyote

In the fiery, ghostly splendour
of Hubrid's dark domain,
A small, bright amethyst figure stands
Alone in all the flame.

He bears a little silver wand
and wears loose purple robes;
And thus equipped he seeks to save
The six lost TCG heroes.

He can cast but two small spells:
To shrink and to teleport.
The Poogle Apprentice may not be strong
But his spirit is his forte.

A dangerous world he navigates,
Infested with ghostly minions.
Haunted Kacheeks, Werelupes and zombies
Inhabit Hubrid's dominion.

Dark Shoyrus cast blue fire
That gleam with terrible might;
Ghost Chias fly off their feet with rage
And dark faeries move in flight.

But our young hero is undaunted;
His eyes are full of vividness.
With unwavering speed he casts his spells
And crushes his foes with swiftness.

So Hubrid in his dismal tower
Will not have his victory feast;
For the Poogle Apprentice has come today
To stop Hubrid's Hero Heist.

MSPP Mayhem!
By Anjie

Those crimson orbs, aglow and mad,
A lab result that went so bad.
A creature damaged, malice filled,
In havoc is this Poogle skilled.
He doth approach, all pets do flee,
No greater beast than MSP.

Disguised with stuffing, threads and seams,
Yet not the plushie of your dreams.
More of a nightmare, he'll evoke,
Such malice cuddly form does cloak!
Each padded step brings heightened fear,
A muffled cackle, one might hear.

So stitched from scraps of random size,
Two glowing embers form his eyes,
Through darkened halls he'll softly creep.
With him around, you dare not sleep.
Fangs like crystal gleam and glint,
But when he'll pounce? There is no hint.

When midnight turns with tick of clock,
The lab ray springs a wicked shock.
The Poogle stands below its beam,
Malevolent, he now does seem.
What malice has the lab ray spawned?
MSPP, you have been warned.

Poogle Racing!
By Scenette

I make my way
To the Poogle Racing betting bay
I want to place a bet,
But I haven't decided on which Poogle yet!
My time is running out

People start to cheer and shout!
Hastily, I grab a ticket and I close my eyes
I just hope my choice will win me the Neopoint prize!
So, on I go. I make my way

Just past the Poogle Racing betting bay
Into the stadium, well, if that's what you'd call it.
Poogles are lined up; they're fighting fit!
Ready to win the race, face full of glory!
Each of them have their own unique story

Full of tales of Poogle Racing...
The stadium erupts with cheers, it's rumbling!
And they set off, off they go!
I rock back and forth, to and fro
With anxiety as my bet gallops into the lead

It's just not to be; now I feel worried
As Poogle number three streaks into first place!
Well, don't worry, it's not the end of the race!
It was pretty narrow, but we may still win
Alas, we don't. My bet solemnly runs straight in
Past the ribbon, oh, but he's second.

Poogle Racers
By Fleaf

A blur of hazel pass the eye-
Good crowd erupt in cheer.
Racers spurt across lanes tan,
Fancying the prize over there.

Poogle One spots hurdle drawing,
He clears it in one bound.
Poogle Three copies but stumbles-
He dives in a heap to the ground.

Crowd lets out a wailing moan,
And Poogle 4 stops to bend.
When the others still race on,
He hastens to his friend.

So let this be a lesson to you all,
Good racers all alike,
The winner is not the swift or fleet,
But the one a heart larger than his ego.