Turdle Number Six
By Itspepper

I'm Turdle Number Six.

No one would protest,
That I used to be the best,
I used to rule the races,
Leaving the other Turdles
To their blank faces.

I was stinkier than Stinky,
Which made Neopians love me,
I was poopier than Poopy,
And you would agree.

I didn't have a problem with Smelly's smell,
'Cuz I was quite faster than him, as well,
Squelchy was, for me, bizarre,
Not faster than me, yet he went far.

I'm Turdle Number Six.

A champion forgotten,
Because Nutty was being rotten,
He beat me and put me in my place,
So I never returned again, to Turdle race.

Gourmet Club Bowls
By Wolfofthewoods

The grass so green,
The morning clean,
As you draw back your arm

A ball you hold,
Tightly in paw,
And swing it forwards,
The audience watching in awe

Your opponent's eyes narrow
In envy,
As the red sphere
Lands near the jack

But now its their turn,
And your stomach churns,
When their ball
Rolls right past yours

You growl in annoyance,
Glare daggers at the sky,
And take another ball
Into your fist

Maybe this time,
If you pull your arm back,
Even more,
The ball'll land nearest the jack,
Making you the victor

There is a little Zafara...
By Nerbertnumsmum

There is a little Zafara
Gracey Grapes is her name
Her owner likes playing Neopets
But it is a crying shame

That her owner is an adult
Who has to work all day
Oh, if only she could stay at home
And play and have her way

She owns four pets altogether
Who are always clothed and fed
Who sleep in their furniture
Such as a hammock or a bed

Now while the bed might be comfy
It certainly does smell
It is made from dung laid long ago
Which really can repel

But hopefully one day
Gracey Grapes will have the last laugh
When her owner gets enough time
To save up Neopoints for a bath!

Poetry Contest
By Zammm2000

As I was wandering one day,
I passed the Rainbow Pool,
I passed the Money Tree and then
The shop for Back to School.

But as I wander'd aimlessly
I glimpsed a banner gay
Hung over the Arts Center.
It said, "Enter Today!"

"A Poetry Contest has begun
So come and try your skill!
We're looking for winners, so come on in!
Your poem may fit the bill!"

So I went into the catacombs
Following the posted signs,
Past the Coffee Shop, Art Gallery,
And the office of the Times.

I arrived in timely fashion
As the contest was beginning,
And as they read the poems I knew
Most had no hope of winning.

But as Alstaf Poogle, wincing, read
The dogg'rel, his hopes a-sinking,
Something I heard caught my ear,
And got my brain a-thinking.

I turned it over in my head,
I found a rhyme that fit,
And as I sat there, I composed
A little poem from it.

Then as Alstaf wearily
Ended his recitations,
He asked, "Is there anyone
Who can top these presentations?"

Upon an impulse, I stood up,
And as the entrants glared,
I repeated to the crowd my poem,
And everyone just stared.

I sat down, blushing heavily,
How could I have been so bold?
But then the crowd broke into cheers
And Alstaf cried, "That's gold!

We have a winner, everyone,
That's the best, I do concur!
You must accept your prize from me,
So come on down here, sir!"

So I came down and got my prize
And I think that you should know;
With luck and skill, you could win, too!
So come on, have a go!

My Quiggle's Ugga Ugga Case
By Bryandavid229211

I climbed the steep
And perilous Tyrannian Plateau.
My Quiggle, Gelquig II, followed from below.
At the top, my goal and my eyes met!
There in front of us was the Giant Omelette.
I ran towards it and my slice was gotten,
But I was horrified to find the slice was rotten!
Oh well, I thought, Gelquig II won't care
She eats dung jelly and
Poisonous lollipops without a fear!"

So I fed it to her and was terrified
When I saw her, I nearly cried!
The omelette, rotten to the core
Gave my Quiggle Ugga Ugga... oh, how poor!
"Quick," I said to Gel, "Let's go!
We'll find the cure as quick as you know!"
"Ugga ugga ugga!" said Gelquig II.
For ugga ugga ugga was all she could do.
The trip to Neopia Central was tiring and long
I knew Gel must be treated
From this horrible wrong.

I knew Sporkle Syrup was the proper cure
The pharmacy must have it,
I thought, For sure!
But the pharmacy never restocked
Sporkle syrup for two days straight
Finally, I tired of the agonizing wait.
I went to the Shop Wiz to find a shop that sold
The proper cure to this Ugga Ugga cold.
"Oh no!" I thought, "I only have
4,000 neopoints on hand!

And the cheapest sporkle syrup is 100 grand!
Who can help me save Gel
From this horrible disease?
Who will help my Quiggle
And put our minds at ease?
Wait!" I said to Gel, "To the chat boards!
Someone there can help
You say coherent words!"
"Ugga ugga ugga!" said Gelquig II
For ugga ugga ugga was all she could do.
To the board marked Help I quickly went.
Soon my new topic was sent.

"I must cure Ugga Ugga!" I said out loud
Feeling my words fell on a deaf crowd.
But out of the blue a nice person appeared
"Take her to the Healing Springs
And she will be cured,
For a 100,000th of the price of Sporkle Syrup."
In my heart joy began to stir up!
Of course! I thought, and said a big thanks
To Faerieland I will advance!

I found a nice Faerie in the air
Who offered to take me with no fare
At the Springs with a Faerie of water
And quick as a flash she quickly got her
Back to full health and no sickness at all
And finally my Quiggle can call
In a language I can understand quite clearly,
"I think you�re the best owner
In the world and I love you dearly!"