BRUCE DAY SPECIAL

The Accidental Bruce
by Indulgences

I found a pretty potion once,
So bright with pastel hue.
It glittered with an aqua juice
And bonny bow of blue.

The liquid swirled with clouds of white;
I shook it up and gasped.
A tiny thunderstorm did brew,
Held tight within my grasp.

The cork was hard to wriggle loose.
I tugged until it gave.
I held the bottle, trembled, shook.
I wasn't very brave.

I didn't know what drinking this
Would do to my poor self;
Perhaps I'd be much better off
To place this on my shelf?

But drink the potion, I did do.
I opened wide and gulped.
I drank it to the final drop...
And what was the result?

My body glittered azure blue!
It sparkled with white clouds.
I jumped and jumped for sheerest joy.
I was so very proud!

I was a gorgeous, sweet cloud Bruce!
My beak was perky, small.
The clouds, they soared across my face.
Their movement did enthrall!

I love my brand new cloud Bruce self!
I'll never, ever change.
To alter my appearance now
Would be so very strange!

The Bruce Party!
by Jo_eccentric

The annual Bruce party
Is finally here!
Come celebrate with us
With joyous cheer!

Don't forget to dress up,
You'll look like a stunner!
We'll put on our skates
And play Rink Runner.

We'll see Bruce wizards,
Tooth faeries as well.
We'll prepare lots of food,
Oh! How great does that smell?

Bruce mashed potatoes and
Cherry sundae for dessert.
We'll party through the night
With an awesome concert!

Today is Bruce Day
And the party's just begun.
Won't you all gather here
And join in on the fun?

My Lovable Brucey B Holiday Mug
by Sugarypixiestix2

I only use it in the winter,
it's like a thermal printer.
Keeping my drinks extra warm,
as if it was a chilli swarm.

Hot cocoa is especially best
inside this mug full of zest.
Tea is the second best thing
that gives my cup an upswing.

Whether I am indoors or out,
there's never been a re-route.
Because, when I grasp my mug,
my frostiness is given a hug.

Cold weather is not a bother
if I'm using warmth's father.
This mug never stops stewing
hot liquids that I'm brewing.

So, when the snow is falling,
you won't witness me bawling,
since I'll be slowly sipping
mint coffee without dripping.

Boochi's Old Age
by Blessed_faerie

For years I’ve feared Boochi,
The scary baby Bruce.
I’ve even tried negotiating,
But we could never reach a truce.

Boochi runs around Neopia,
Armed with his powerful ray gun.
He’d aim it at your Neopet;
One little zap would leave you stunned!

Your Neopet would be changed,
Suddenly reversing their age.
They’d look like a baby again,
And it wouldn’t be just a phase.

As Boochi has grown older,
He may have some regrets.
He’s kind when he sees you
And he’s stopped zapping Neopets.

We can finally celebrate Boochi
On this year’s Bruce Day.
With his positive attitude change,
We finally have something nice to say!

The Tale Of The Laziest Villain
by Meowclopspurrcat

Others find him apathetic, 
But this ghost begs to differ;
To this Bruce, life’s just a ruse,
And joy is a pitiful picture.

We met him when swords clashed high
And magic flashed in the air;
The factions wouldn’t break it up,
So the ghosts rose everywhere.

One for each faction, a fatal fault
That terrified them all;
Greed, Wrath, Pride, Death, Envy, and Apathy
Rose up to take them in thrall.

But today we’ll focus on one of the few,
The Seekers’ greatest fear:
Apathy, who trudges around listlessly,
Refusing to laugh, scream, or shed a tear.

The fear of those who pursue enlightenment
Is the absence of caring and thought;
The Seekers wore their joy and emotion proudly,
Doing everything Apathy did not.

They chased after their goals, ever on the road
To knowledge, their greatest ambition;
Apathy slept and wasted away
As the Seekers pursued their mission.

In the end, those with passion overcame
The one who lethargically fought;
Though he was strong in his own right,
Apathy’s disinterest led him to naught.
So, remember this ghoulish Bruce, and beware
If laziness starts to claim you;
Don’t let the ghost take what you love most:
Let your passion shine through!

The Rink Runner Bruce
by Fleurdust

The ice is smooth, the music ready.
The judges wait to be impressed.
A bell rings out and it's begun:
The Annual Skating Contest!

The little Bruce straps on his skates,
polished 'til they're shining.
He's prepared to jump and slide
To get the right notes chiming.

A tune rings out, the judges gasp!
He jumps and pirouettes.
He blows a kiss out to the crowd
Of cheering Neopets.

Crack! The ice! He slips--oh no!
But quickly, he carries on.
Bravely, this Bruce won't give in
Until the prize is won.

The crowd goes wild! He's almost through!
He makes a sweeping bow, and then...
The last notes hang sweetly in the air...
And the judges proclaim, "TEN!"

Just one thing now left to do
Before you go away.
The skater slides right up to you
And shouts, "Happy Bruce Day!"

The Bruce Who's Had His Neck Laid Bare
by Flufflepuff

The Bruce who's had his neck laid bare
By circumstances cruel
Or accidental (fallen in
The endless Rainbow Pool) 
Becomes transformed -- but into what?
He knows himself no more. 
He has become an arrow bent,
Or monsters borne of war.
More accurate remains the type
Of hapless Hikalakas,
Members stuck onstage without
A good pair of maracas. 
The tie-less Bruce tries to adapt
With toasty scarves, neckties,
But each one fits uncomfortably
Or does not match his size. 
He chose one, a blue woolen scarf;
It would not do to be
Completely lacking round the neck,
For one was sure to see 
It. They would make a guess 
As to what had gone wrong.
Had that Bruce been clumsy or 
Was he a fighter strong? 
In any case, the hardened Bruce
Accepted his scarf as
A part of him, but not quite like
His bowtie ever was.
One fateful day, he lookéd down
And, dusty, bruised, and torn, 
Did lie a bow tie very much
Like one he had once worn.
The Bruce was wise to put it on
And toss the scarf away
To another. A true Bruce
He would be and would stay.

Boochi Needs Glasses
by Dr_tomoe

He used to be feared
all across the globe;
his name was whispered in hushes
and avoidance measures were well-known.

The baby Bruce named Boochi,
with his dastardly ray gun,
would make anyone need diapers...
and that's just plain not fun.

This Bruce was a bane
to anyone who had gotten
a fancy paint color done
or had a trip to the Rainbow Fountain.

But then, one day, it all changed --
his aim just got much worse.
His shots went all wild,
his appearance no longer a curse.

It was like he was seeing triple
or quintuple, maybe more.
One thing was for certain:
there was nothing to fear anymore.

Boochi needs glasses,
he can no longer cause harm
since his aim is so bad
he can't hit the broad side of a barn.

Who Could It Be? But, Of Course, Brucey B!
by Brad442

He has his owns slots, 
You'll probably lose lots,
But let's not forget
Those big, juicy jackpots!

He's had his fair share of wars,
Always starting with Thiebos,
Don't let go of the rope
Or it'll be another loss!

He has travelled the desert
With many traps to avert,
In a race to the end
Whilst trying not to get hurt!

Dr. Sloth he has met
While he was saving Sakhmet,
As he ruined his plan
When he broke the Staff of Alhasutek!

He found the desert that was once lost
In his travels away from the bitter frost.
Yes, he rediscovered a wondrous land...
I wonder at what terrible cost!

This will be your very last clue:
He's been a contestant on Better Than You.
A world famous ice skater through and through,
You can not possibly still be asking who!

Well, you may know him from Cheat!,
You may find him hard to beat,
Who else could it be
But, of course, Brucey B!

Happy Bruce Day, Weltrude!
by Pedunculatingly

Of all the Bruces in the land,
I really have to say,
My hat goes off to Weltrude
on this wonderful Bruce Day!

I look forward to seeing her
during my daily routine;
This bright blue Bruce
knows what I want,
It's every Neopet's dream!

Most days I get my hundredth copy
of a familiar book.
On rare occasions, she makes up
for whatever the Pant Devil took.
The first time Neopoints,
I knew not what to do.
She said, "No dearie, take it...
It's a gift from me to you!"

There are so many Bruces,
but Weltrude's smile always shines brightest.
Bringing joy to others makes her glad;
I doubt she even ever gets mad.

Weltrude, this poem is for you
(and for other Bruces, too).
Wishing you much Bruce-y cheer,
after all, it's only once a year!