WOCKY DAY SPECIAL

The Grey Feline
By Silver_spiderlilies

Why do you gaze at me so,
With eyes of jaded woe?
Now low, then grim,
All on a whim?
And always a startling rose
Held in wilted pose

Are there Meepits in your meal?
Or burrs in your languished tail?
Now drab, then sullen,
But still faint-silken
And always a lavish train
But hung with seeming pain

Is your fur tangled?
Or Mootix-spangled?
Now dull, then flat,
But still - sleek cat
And always with a silver sheen
Though the Grey Wocky never preens.

The Wocky Farmer
By Ema693

The Wocky farmer nods his head,
His face aglow with pride
His marrow was a marvelous sight,
With no help from pesticide.

As green as a frog,
As big as a house,
She weighed one hundred tonnes
And never would a single bite
Be taken by a mouse.

She'd taken many months to grow,
And many dangers faced
A pack of wild Bearogs
Had almost made her waste.

But her ever-cheerful protector
Had kept her safe from harm
He'd fought off animals and sicknesses
The master of the farm.

And now his efforts were rewarded
He lifted his head high
It was not every day he was awarded
The Horticultural Prize.

The Eldest Wocky
By Voldemorts_evil_spy

His eyes were pools of liquid dream,
His fur was silver-grey.
He was the kind of Wocky,
Who'd seen many a Wocky Day.

"Young lad," he croaked and poked my hand,
"The days have come and gone.
Spend yours well for both of us,
And your happiness you'll have won.

Don't spend your time running after the things,
That don't matter in the end.
Remember every moment,
And make 'em all count,
And the sorrows themselves will mend."

When I asked him what he meant by this,
He shook his head of grey.
"Young lad, have you been listening?
Enjoy your Wocky Day!!"

The Mystery of MAGAX
By Anjie

Phantoms haunt the wicked 'eve,
Adrift on vile breeze.
Vicious whisper in the boughs,
So sinister, dark trees.

Within the spectral realm dwells he,
And thus, he walks alone.
Once a villain, now reformed,
For dark past he'll atone.

Nemesis of Hubrid Nox,
The scourge of one so dark.
It's vicious beast he hunts each night,
Amongst a realm so stark.

Whispering in barren trees,
As spectral Wocky glides.
His form a shimmer through the veil,
A shadow glimpse subsides.

Redemption MAGAX seeks within,
The shroud of bleakest land.
Alone against the vile Nox,
He'll make his final stand.

Crimson gaze a vivid sheen,
It drifts along each shape.
From the torment deep within,
He knows there's no escape.

Spectral phantom, vision dark,
So eerie does he drift.
Unearthly form doth linger here,
Then vanishes, so swift.

Only one shall face the beast,
A Wocky's phantom form.
He alone can defeat Nox,
And in this act, reform.

Keeper of the Darklight Axe,
He glides throughout the wood.
Knowing things that dwell in dark,
Are seldom up to good.