BRUCE DAY SPECIAL

The Coin Of Brucey B
by Secant

Glinting in the sand, half-buried,
Half-lost, like the ghost of Coltzan
That floats above the endless desert

I brought fortune and fame to those
Who needed the energy, the extra push
To the finish line and jackpot.

My old friend Brucey B prized me
And kept me safe in his pocket wherever
We went, journeying across Neopia

Through slots and games and winnings
After winnings after winnings,
But all things come to an end, even luck.

What Ever Happened To Benny?
by Closemycoffin

He sailed on The Revenge
From port to port --
His reputation was big,
Although his stature was short.

To some, he was Benny,
To others, just Blade --
His name was unspoken
By those too afraid.

He loved pirating and
Was fierce as they come,
While most Bruces preferred
Ice skating for fun.

Captain Scarblade was defeated;
Maybe Benny was, too?
Whatever happened to this
Most notorious Bruce?

Captain Crossblades Ruins Everything
by Dr_tomoe

In the depths of Krawk Island,
in the popular club of food,
all of the betters leave
in an especially angry mood.

The arena was a sure thing --
there were three at 13:1;
it shouldn't have happened.
Winning shouldn't have been done.

The 2:1 had it in the bag,
he was used as a anchor.
Everyone's bets had him.
Now? Nothing but rancor.

What happened is a Bruce,
the center of everyone's rage.
The tough old coat, but weak eater,
the pirate Captain Crossblades.

In over four thousand matches,
he's only won five hundred.
No one suspects victory,
and so he's never covered.

Millions of Neopoints
vanish into pirate coffers,
all because this Bruce
defied all of the others.

Angry Food Club betters
Always say the same thing.
It's the motto of the Food Club:
Captain Crossblades ruins everything.

A Bruce On The Go!
by Sugarypixiestix2

With the holidays arriving soon,
her energy has become a monsoon.
She wakes up only to go shopping,
and with her there's no stopping.

This Bruce is determined to find
gifts that'll give peace of mind
to every one of her Neofriends,
not caring how much she spends.

Shopkeepers know her by name,
and they all treat her the same.
She is greeted with politeness,
since they love her brightness.

Taking her time down each aisle,
eager to see each shop's style.
Looking down at her gift list,
making sure no friend is missed.

All who get a present from her
will open it with a joyous stir.
As the wrapping becomes undone,
her bestowal's ranked number one.

A Bruce In Snow
by Treeword

Terror Mountain stays covered in snow
All throughout the year, we know!
Yet, when this month comes ‘round,
There’s a certain delight to be found.

The raindrops begin to freeze,
The mistletoe’s hung in the trees,
The Advent opens its door
With lots of gifts in store.

Bruces young and old rejoice!
All do hear their lovely voice --
They sing, they dance upon the lake,
Hoping the ice will not break!

Furry coats and snowball fights,
Holly string and twinkling lights,
Laughing, riding in the sleigh, 
And the Snowager sleeps away.

With their cheeks all aglow,
Each Bruce grabs his skates to go
Running through the snow, they cheer,
For it's their favorite time of year!

On Thin Ice
by Yin_yang105

Of all the many Neopets,
there's some who love the cold.
On icy Terror Mountain
the Bruce is something to behold.

In snowball fights or races,
they simply can't be beat.
Frolicking in the fresh snowfall,
A merrier 'pet you'll never meet.

But a Bruce's favorite pastime
takes place on frozen lakes.
When you see a Bruce ice-skating,
you won't see many mistakes.

Gliding on the ice,
a Bruce will give their all.
When it comes to jumps and spins,
a Bruce will never fall.

So, dig out your old skates
and find a patch of ice.
The Bruce will gladly teach you,
because they're very nice.

The Bruce's Bad Sweater
by Chavo_guerrero

I have a little speckled Bruce,
Who I choose to adore;
A lovely, tubby Neopet,
Who I love to his core.

But, he has an awful habit
At this jolly time of year,
Of wearing awful sweaters
Made out of soft cashmere.

The jumpers that he likes
Are of a festive theme,
Made from green and red thread,
And with a golden seam.

Covered in snowflakes, green with stripes,
A Raindorf centre stage!
It's just so very... tacky,
It sends me in a rage.

Each year I tell him not to wear
This disastrous fashion line,
But he insists they're perfect
For showing off in wintertime.

So, if you see a speckled Bruce
In a sweater just like this,
Throw a snowball at him --
But be certain not to miss!

The Danger Of Apathy
by Flufflepuff

One of six spirits sent forth
To challenge every team,
Is perhaps the least benign,
More lethal than he seems.

Bedecked in grey pyjamas, he,
In all his widespread girth,
Blocks those who Seek to work, to learn,
Discover their true worth.

The Bruce appears to do naught save
To snooze and loaf around,
But alas, his swift defeat
Is nowhere to be found.

The apparition, Apathy,
Will catch some unawares.
A single touch of his flipper
Can cause sleep without cares.

The fallen 'neath his fearsome spell
Will not know when they wake.
Yet Seekers try to bring him down,
Every risk they shall take.

At last, after several days,
He falters, shrinks in size.
The spirit of pure sloth is no
Longer materialized. 

Take caution, though, for he may lurk,
Poised to instill sorrow --
I'd warn you, but sleep beckons me...
I'll fi ish th s...

Tom r row....