The Chant of Team Darigan
By Soaringeagle25

Amidst the towers and dark'ned spire
Shadows spill from ev'ry door.
A rising rumble wells up like fire --
Team Darigan rises to the floor!

TO THE CITADEL!
TO THE CITADEL!
Doom to the opposition awaits!
Winning is just a bonus plus
On the path of the truly great.

Superior speed and iron strength,
We will score with ease,
Pushing past the whole field length,
Swifter than the breeze.

TO THE CITADEL!
TO THE CITADEL!
Doom to the opposition awaits!
For fate is determined by now,
And now victory is our fate!

Deep purple and velvet black
Are the colours that ring true.
With Darigan spirit we will attack
And see our great team through.

TO DARIGAN!
TO DARIGAN!
Our fury now ignites.
Win or lose, we now choose
To not go down without a fight!

Clockwork Grundo... Tick Tock!
By Anjie

Victory seems in your grasp,
Elated, feel the thrill!
Yet your opponent wears a smirk,
He has one trick left still!

Your foe drops something on the floor,
A 'clank!' It hits the ground.
Tiny Grundo, metal-formed,
Emitting ticking sound.

Don't be fooled by Grundo's shape,
The limbs that shift and click.
Listen close, it's counting down,
With evil beat, tick, tick!

Compact monster marches on,
Antenna softly glow.
Radar built within each one,
He soldiers too and 'fro.

Rhythm in his step, beware!
Try to dodge, there's no escape!
The grind of Grundo's robot gears,
As wheels all turn and scrape.

Miniature is clockwork foe,
That sound rings in your mind!
From tiny toy to battle threat,
With just one clockwork wind!

Take shelter, friend, the Grundo comes,
You race across the room.
Clockwork beast is counting down,
You tremble, tick, tick, BOOM!

The Rink Runner
By Tanikagillam

Gliding over the smooth white ice,
Swift and quiet as moving mice.
Expertly twirling in a figure-eight,
Boy, that Bruce can really skate!

He enters the ice looking cool and calm,
While the other contestants are looking alarmed.
He smiles at the judges, warm and sweet,
And glances back down at his skate-covered feet.

Confident and proud, he steals the light,
He leaves the others looking contrite,
Regretting their choice to be in this fight.

The music swells, loud and clear,
Each note ringing in his ears.
The gold is his, he has won.
His work here is done.

He leaves the ice, looking content.
In the others' eyes are looks of resent.
They hate him, they hate his show,
He was so high, and they were so low.

But he does not care,
Whether or not it was fair.
So what if his family were the judges?
The other ice skaters just liked to hold grudges.

He smiled at the judges as he left,
Skating off the ice, smooth and deft...

The Breadmaster Kacheek
By _Razcalz_

Among the shops of the Neopian Bazaar
Stands the one that everyone seeks --
'Tis the famous bakery
Of the Breadmaster Kacheek!

Donning his white apron,
He throws open the doors, smiles,
"Open for business today!"
Hungry Neopians already lined in single files.

Pretzels, cakes, cookies, doughnuts,
Smells of cupcakes and baking bread,
Of pastries and pies,
And delightful chocolate spread.

Some have paid and are off to work,
In their paws are bundles of cinnamon dough.
For others, "Ummagine pie is SOLD OUT!"
Looks like they are a tad too slow!

Finally, the rush hour has past,
The Breadmaster hums, munches on a cake of rock,
Gathers in the hour's profits,
And prepares cheerfully for the next restock.

So next time you fancy a little treat
(Tired of those vegetables and leeks?),
Head over to that cosy bakery
Of the Breadmaster Kacheek!

A Wobbling Poem
By Yoyote

In a wood a lone tree stands, raining piles of junk,
And poor young Wallace can't resist the temptation,
For this particular Wocky has a terrible obsession
To collect, and collect, and collect some more!

He stands under the tree, arms outstretched,
Ready to take everything he can grab.
A book, a plushie, a doll as drab
As this urge to collect more!

A Petpet comes his way
And Wallace dodges
Trying to balance
To catch more
But the pile
Finally
Tips

!