WOCKY DAY SPECIAL

Wocky Day Parade
by Agedbeauty

It’s Wocky Day, so here it comes --
The Wockies on parade! 
Gather up the younglings
And watch as they cheerfully invade!

First in line: the baby Wockies,
So tiny and so cute!
The comes biscuit, brown, and blue,
Camo, checkered all en route!

Chocolate Wockies, too, and
Gosh do they look sweet!
Christmas, cloud, and Darigan,
And desert Wockies that look neat!

We can’t forget the disco Wockies,
Nor electric nor eventide,
Plus faerie, fire, and ghost.
Each bursting full of pride!

But the parade’s not over yet,
Because here comes glowing!
Along with gold, green, and Halloween,
Their joy still over flowing!

But the parade is only half done,
As here come Wockies painted bright,
In purple, rainbow, red, and robot,
And the royals, quite a sight!

Hold on, here come shadow Wockies,
Silver, sketch, skunk, and snow!
Speckled Wockies arm in arm,
With spotted Wockies on the go!

Finally, here come the water Wockies,
And the ones painted white,
Then here are the woodland ones
With Yellow wockies at their right!

What a parade, we surely saw
So many Wockies on display!
Just wait until next year,
When more wade into the fray!

Ode To Kell's Eyebrows
by Fleurdust

Wocky Day has come again
And I've just one thing to say.
Bear with me, please! 
There's simply no need
To get excited or carried away.

I'm known around here for having
A love for all things highbrow,
But though this might seem trite,
There's nothing quite like
Kell the Wocky's eyebrows.

Magnificent! Epic! Intimidating!
Are words you can't help but cry
When you are faced 
By the brows, in their place
Above two of the dreamiest eyes.

He is my favourite Wocky,
Though some may think I'm mad.
But Kell, he's the best!
I'm really obsessed.
It's far more than a passing fad.

And my most prized possession?
It's truly beyond any compare.
I keep in my pocket
A highly fashionable locket
Containing three perfect hairs.*

My all-time dream is to meet him,
As I'm sure you can tell from this anthem.
I'd just love to be wowed
By those fabulous brows,
And I might even get to stroke them!


*Don't ask me how I got them.

Paws Soft And Cracked
by Flufflepuff

Paws of hardened, crackéd hide
Could hardly be described
As soft. Regardless, she was known
As Softpaw, far and wide.
Tyrela Softpaw roamed the snow,
Defying storm and chill,
To find the weary traveler
Who's lost all strength and will.
Her acute ears detect the faint 
Heartbeats beneath the ice
And paws of steel endurance dig
To rescue in a trice. 
'Twas not her paws themselves 'twere soft, 
But rather, the caress
Softpaw delivered with mercy
To those under duress
That landed her the moniker.
Because her goals were pure,
Tyrela earned the lightning marks 
That would, for life, endure.
If e'er the mountains steer you wrong,
The marks across the sky
Of Softpaw will direct you back,
Don't let it pass you by.

My Enchantingly Cheerful Wocky Statue
by Sugarypixiestix2

It sits outside next to my door,
for anyone who walks by to adore.
Especially during the snowy days,
when the wind is in a wild blaze.

My Wocky statue stays throughout
any kind of weather like a scout,
keeping a happy but watchful eye
on any Neopian who passes it by.

Guarding my home like a watchdog,
but also smiling through the fog.
Every year on the Day of Giving
there are memories I am reliving

like when my statue had on a hat
that was put on it by a Calabat
who wanted to give it a present,
since the statue was so pleasant.

Warm bubbly faces are all I see
from friends who stop by for tea,
because my peaceful stone Wocky
greets them without being gawky.

A Wocky Perfume Bottle For Wocky Day
by Ruzica87

Wandering the Neopian Bazaar,
you come upon a shop;
it’s the Grooming Parlour,
you just have to stop.

Today is Wocky Day 
and you want to look your best;
why not search the shop 
and get a little rest?

You browse the items
and stroll along the shelves,
looking for something 
to make you feel fresh.

Something bright and vibrant
makes you stop and stare;
it’s a perfume bottle
waiting for you there.

Oh, what a lovely bottle,
all sparkling and bright,
displayed on a shelf,
radiating light.

What a sweet design --
a blue Wocky's head
is a bottle stopper;
it makes you feel glad.

And the perfume itself
is a shiny shade of pink;
such enchanting hue...
oh, what a pretty thing.

You simply have to try it
and you smell the sweet perfume;
the scent is just exquisite,
it nearly makes you swoon.

It’s a strawberry fragrance,
all fresh and airy light;
your favourite fruit
all bottled up and bright.

It's the perfect thing
to brighten up your day.
You buy it happily
and you are on your way!

You are now ready
to celebrate Wocky Day;
feeling fresh and lovely,
oh, what fun you will have today!

A Wacky Wocky Dream
by Blessed_faerie

One night in a deep sleep,
I had the craziest dream.
It was utterly insane;
I woke up with a scream!

In my dream there was a Wocky,
He was really gooey and red.
I didn’t realize what was wrong
Until I reached out to touch his head.

His whole body swayed,
He was squishy and soft.
"You’re made of jelly!"
I screamed as he ran off.

I took off running after
And chased him here and there.
With every step I took,
I was bouncing in the air.

It occurred to me that this was weird,
So I stopped to look around.
The whole world was made of jelly,
From the sky down to the ground!

After that wild realization,
I awoke with a squeal.
Just a dream, I thought,
Something like that couldn’t be real.

Wocky Talky
by Meowclopspurrcat

My Wocky jabbers about anything at all,
So introverts beware!
If you prefer silence to constant conversation,
She’ll give you quite a scare!

She spends all day and all of the night
Chatting on her Can Telephone;
I find it hard to get to sleep
With her constant chipper drone!

She talks the talk and Woks the Wok
Of a social butterfly;
Though her four paws are rooted to the ground,
Her thoughts fly high as the sky!

My Wocky includes everyone,
Whether they’re short or tall;
No matter what first impressions might say,
She tries to befriend them all!

Some might say she’s a little too happy
And upbeat all the time;
But she takes it in stride with a smile (mile-wide)
And lets her optimism shine!

Though my Wocky may be a bit annoying at times
And seem overbearing to some,
She cares for the world more than herself,
So I’m proud of how far she has come!

MAGAX: An Ode To Hubrid Nox
by Dortho

Dear Hubrid Nox, 
I miss you through and through. 
Back in the day we were best of friends, 
Causing mischief; what was I to do?

I realized that path was wrong 
When my mind wandered astray, 
So I switched directions to go another way, 
Now I am a helper, you see. 
I had to do what was best for ME. 

What was best for me, and the entire Neopia, 
Working the graveyard shift, 
In the Ancient Graveyard, 
To spot you, it isn't hard. 

Why did you have to mess with Xandra?
You could have turned, 
And that would have been grand, ya?
You could have stayed with me 
And we'd still be friends, 
Instead of meeting a sad, sad end. 

I'll leave a piece 
Of Wocky Day Cake at your castle. 
Rise from your slumber one more time. 
To meet you again would be sublime! 
I hope to kick your hindside-- 
Er, um... meet you one more time! 

Sincerely, 
MAGAX the Destroyer

Wallace The Wocky
by Kelly_d60

Atop the helmet
the items do go;
care to not overwhelm
as he paces to and fro.

Wallace, a Wocky of red,
collector of junk, pack rat.
The most famous, it is said;
codestones, plushie, and hat.

The stack grows higher,
it starts to sway.
He does begin to perspire,
any moment it may give way.

Ever more perilous,
Drackonack and Buzzer.
One wrong move, become careless,
either side a sabouteur.

The stack goes down,
poor Wallace yells.
"All mine!" with a frown,
a record stack he tells.

Once again, he paces,
another stack.
Greedy is he,
never higher enough, the stack.

Grey Wocky Sorrow
by Indulgences

A creature mired in misery
Is my grey Wocky 'pet.
He's inwardly a dismal thing,
So full of dark regret.

I hold him close, I hold him near.
I cannot break his spell.
He cries and wipes his tearful eyes.
He simply is not well.

He's unconverted, beautiful,
But still, he's sick at heart.
I wish that I could heal his mind.
I love his classic art.

So, hopefully this poem shows
How much I love, adore
My classically-drawn Neopet.
His sorrow I deplore!