Yurble Day Special

An Ode to Yurbles
by ferulax

The month of hunting, the 28th day
It’s time to celebrate Yurbles, they say! 
Big fluffy mane, curled up ears
Today marks 19 years. 

Where did they come from? We may not know
But you’re sure to find one in the hall of heroes.
Mop n bop, an angry Yurble sweeps by
It’s not a plot without this guy!

Head to Goparokko and you will see
A masked Yurble - who is he? 
Making blocks disappear
Is it magic? Or just his headgear?

Easy to anger, robotic in nature
Thought to be destroyed, but still lurking I’d wager. 
Yurbot was his name and Dr. Sloth was his game
They claim that detonation took him down in flames.

Now come along, don’t be shy
Today must be perfect, it can’t go awry
The month of hunting, the 28th day
It’s time to celebrate Yurbles, they say!

An Ode to the Angry Yurble
by hectic_haley

In the realm where our Neopets resides,
A creature dwells with fiery strides.
An angry Yurble, fierce and bold,
Whose tale is yet to be fully told.

With fiery eyes and thunderous growl,
He prowls Neopia with a fearsome scowl.
A former foreman, an iron command,
A janitor's broom, a grip so grand.

Through libraries vast, he treads with an angry grace,
A Librarian's wisdom, in his embrace.
His vibrant orange fur, unkempt, a wild cascade,
A tempest raging, never to fade.

From ancient lore, the tales unfold,
A Yurble's fury, untamed and bold.
No provocation, no rhyme or reason,
Just an irate soul, storm-tossed season.

The Yurble Janitor
by sin_hui_ryoma

A bucket, some water, a swab;
some call him a vagrant heartthrob.
Each task that he’s given,
he’ll finish--he’s driven.
The Janitor seeks out each gob.
He’ll clean every thingamabob.

Before any games can begin,
the place must be neat as a pin.
This Yurble is there
alone to prepare
the place for the incoming mob,
but first he must clean up each blob.

An overturned slushie is resting;
his patience it seems to be testing--
His income, too small;
his anger, pure gall.
The sight of this horrible gob
would make any janitor sob.

The Yurble is growing impatient
of cleaning these places so ancient.
“A total nightmare.
DOES ANYONE CARE?!
Is everyone here just a slob?
They’re making my blood vessels throb.”

Nearby to the grand Colosseum
(he feels in his periosteum)
a storm is approaching
with lightning encroaching.
He looks at his pocket watch fob;
he’ll soon be a soaked Hegelob.

He quickens his clean-scrubbing pace,
but gummy gunk just won’t erase.
His temperance shakes;
the broom handle breaks.
In fury he gives it a lob!
“I guess that I’m OUT OF A JOB!!”

Journey to Yurble Day
by bunny1331

In the realm of Neopia, a tale unfolds,
Of a Yurble lost, a story to be told.
With furry mane and eyes so bright,
A wandering soul, lost in the night.

A Yurble named Oliver, full of cheer,
Wandered through the lands, with no one near.
A curious soul, he sought adventure's delight,
Roaming far and wide, beneath the starry night.

Through the Haunted Woods, he ventured with glee,
But a sudden storm whispered a different decree.
Lost in the darkness, his heart filled with fright,
His fur stood on end, his eyes strained for light.

Days turned to nights, and nights to days,
As Oliver roamed through a mystical haze.
Whispering winds carried a heartfelt plea,
"O, dear Neopia, please bring me back, set me free."

In twilight's embrace, a whispering breeze,
Carried his cries, to the ancient trees.
The forest awoke, its guardians aware,
Guiding the lost one, with utmost care.

Through enchanted glades, they led the way,
Their magic weaving, Oliver did sway.
His eyes filled with wonder, as realms unfurled,
A tapestry of beauty, a mystical world.

The moonlit path, with luminescent hue,
Revealed a sanctuary, hidden from view.
A realm of Yurbles, with love and cheer,
Welcomed the lost one, now found, so dear.

Cheers erupted, on this sacred day,
Yurble companions, lighting the way.
Their joyful laughter, like a soothing balm,
Healing Oliver's wandering qualm.

Together they danced, in harmony's grace,
Embracing Oliver, no longer misplaced.
Bound by friendship, a bond ever strong,
They sang their songs, a jubilant throng.

On Yurble Day, a tale to be told,
Of a lost Neopet, courageous and bold.
In the realm of Neopia, love is found,
A Yurble's journey, forever renowned.

A Yurble's Janitorial Duties
by keartato

Oh the mud, and the suds, how they seem to fly
I glare at the dirty Petpets running by...

How dare they? My floors- they're usually pristine!
All the stains and the scuffs- now there's SO much to clean!

Minitheus, Altachucks, and Alabrisses, too-
With these pests on the prowl, what's a Yurble to do?!

My mop is my sword, and my duty is clear-
My Altadorian spirit won't let them get near!

A wild swing, a wet flop, and a nice soapy WHACK!
Bet these thoughtless beasts didn't expect THIS attack!

I glare at my dazed foes, and my heart swells with pride-
They drip and they droop, with not a speck on their hide!

The statues of heroes, do they look on with glee?
Perhaps a spark in their eye, directed at me?

Sure the other visitors may slip, and some, well they'll fall...
But complaints they mean nothing, to save MY sacred hall!

So much work to do, just to keep a clean floor...
Well, I certainly can't say that my job is a bore!

Foreman, Chef, Janitor
by cabrales_again

Debuting in sands,
Issuing commands.
His presence was bold,
Stories yet untold.

Construction is done,
Another job begun.
Becoming a chef?
Yes, to his regret.

Seeking something anew,
His path he'll pursue.
The Yurble, Foreman,
What's his cunning plan?

In Altador's halls,
Where darkness befalls,
"Can light come to sight?
Not feeling quite right!"

"Petpets, oh Petpets,
So many regrets.
Mopping the floor again,
An opposite of zen."

"My fate unkind.
My anger defined!
Give me a target,
To strike off the carpet!"

Foreman, Chef, Janitor,
What more can occur?
Ever-shifting roles,
With no clear goals.

This is the tale,
Anything but pale.
Of an angry Yurble,
Enduring and eternal.

Solanette the Faerie Yurble
by bittersweet52

Warm as a sunbeam shining soft through the clouds
Her demeanour is kind and her actions speak loud
Along with her companions (named Sophie and Steve)
She buzzes back and forth wherever there's a need

She's bubbly and cheerful, full of sweetness and light
But if you wrong her friends she won't hesitate to fight
Beneath her soft exterior you better beware
She will protect fiercely all under her care

She's all periwinkle fur with light teal fluff
Her wings may look delicate but they're up to snuff
They're strong enough to lift her weight
So she can frolic with that playful gait

Her innocent smile hides an omnivore's teeth
And all the floof you see - there's muscle beneath 
But you have nothing to fear as long as you're kind
Hold doors open for others, and don't cut in line

If you treat others the way you'd like to be treated
Then all will be fine, no punishment meted
Don't be suspicious, her smile will be true
If it doesn't hurt others, then you do you

The Turbo Yurble
by triarthrus_eatoni

What a wonderful day to be a Yurble,
When the world itself is like a hurdle,
When the Yurble is so fast he's turbo,
And he kept everyone in his dust ergo.

This particular Yurble was speedy,
Though his desires and goals were not needy!
When he ran everything was a blur,
and he sped to his own day, to be sure!

With a dash and a flash he went crash,
into the wall of opposition.
When he went up against it in clash,
he felt it a fair disposition.

Not every day is for Yurbles,
but today it was for all for certain,
and when everyone else moves at the speed of a turtle,
it moved the species beyond an iron curtain.

So today, in good graces, is over,
but not until it has passed,
and today no one will give a cold shoulder,
to the bear Neopet it will last!

The Candy Yurble
by truebrony

The Candy Yurble
Is sweet as can be!
His smile is infectious,
Anyone can see!

His sparkling fur
Shines bright like the stars,
Or even distant planets
Like Neptune or Mars.

His silky purple mane
Is as smooth as a rug.
He’s fast like a Gelert,
As cute as a Jubjub!

So make friends with
A Candy Yurble today.
They’ll never let you down
Or lead you astray!

A Tale of Four Yurbles
by kellyclark1115

There once lived four Yurbles,
Faerie, Grey, Darigan, and Baby.
They had many, many siblings,
Aishas, Cybunnies, and a grey lady.

The Faerie was named after the sun,
the prettiest little thing.
Those who met her would say
she brought Neopia spring.

The Grey was simply shy,
he preferred to stay home.
He disliked the outdoors,
no he did not want to roam.

The Darigan was a sweet girl,
fearsome looking but gentle.
She loved sitting in her hammock,
quality quiet time was essential.

The Baby was loved by everyone,
he was just a baby after all!
He always had many toys and plushies,
but no he's not spoiled, just small.

And thus were the four Yurbles,
famous in a land under the five stars.
Some say there was a fifth...
but perhaps that's a different story, not ours.

Our Angry Janitor
by cinnabonski

With a slosh of water
And clack of heel
Amid the marble
Movements reveal

A modest figure
A humble servant
Oft overlooked 
By less observant

For in this hall
Just down the road
From that majestic
Colosseum of old

Toils a Yurble 
Of some renown
Like many other
In this ancient town

Quick to anger
Brooms beware
Avoid his ire
Best not stare

But fool you are
If that’s all you see
Glance but closer
Surprised you’ll be

Despite the frown
And constant glower
His help is given
A clue to power

On your quest
To solve the plot
Point you wrong
He will not

So as the Cup starts
And the games begin
Stop by the hall
And be sure to thank him

For without his help
Lost you seemed
Plots left unfinished 
No prizes redeemed

Raise a toast
Give one what for
To an unsung hero
Our angry janitor

Misunderstood: A Tax Beast Perspective
by fiery_sword

I am the most hated Yurble,
I am what rich Neopians fear,
"Keep your neopoints safe" they say,
Lest I rob you of what you hold dear.

They say I am a vile monster, 
With evil eyes and foul breath,
These stories keep getting wilder,
One even claims that I bring death.

These rumours really hurt,
For I am nothing like what they say,
Can you blame me for being so grumpy,
When all these tax paperwork have ruined my day?

Am I really the villain here,
When I am just doing my job?
If you just pay your bills in time,
My incessant hounding will stop.

So the next time you see me around,
Please be kind and say hi to me,
Unless you are a tax defaulter -
I will make sure you pay your fee.

Vere Polnicek the Yurble's Flaming Team Spirit
by pixie_tea

My name is Vere Polnicek the Purple Yurble, but you can call me just Vere,
Can you believe that the Altador Cup is near?
I will be participating in the Altador Cup this year for Team Moltara,
This time I will prove myself in this new era.

My team made their debut during the 5th Altador Cup after Moltara was discovered and I play as Left Defender,
Even though my team has ranked lowest in most tournaments... this is still no excuse to surrender.
My strengths are toughness, tackling, and agility,
My weaknesses are hands and consistency, but that doesn't mean incapability.

Any game loss should be looked at with a positive outlook as an opportunity to train harder and improve our skills and teamwork,
So, no member of my team nor I will smirk.
Because of these losses, my team and I are heating up,
We have a hot, burning potential inside to do even better this year because through our falls, we will rise and get up.

Team Moltara has been training as hard as possible in extreme conditions that you'll never believe,
To up our game and raise our stakes, we've been playing over lava... this way we will have a higher chance to win more--- our dream to achieve.
With my flaming team spirit and optimistic perspective, my team members and I created a training field over actual flowing lava for a higher chance to win the Altador Cup this year,
So, watch out because we'll be coming in hot this year, and this will be the biggest break in my team's career!

Yurble Trouble
by eleganza_lights

I hear there’s an angry old Yurble around,
You can always see the foreman with a great frown.
He played an important role in a few stories,
Let’s hear a few of these in a series. 

Let’s start by visiting the Hall of Heroes,
Sometimes his employment sees lots of zeroes.
In Altador he struggles as a janitor,
But if you’re kind he’ll give you an avatar.

You might have met him in Lost Desert,
“Get back to work” he might assert.
He’s happy to see the new repository,
But unimpressed with the lack of inventory.

Or you might know him to be a negg lover,
Rivaling Kari with a negg faerie cover.
In Faerieland he tries to be a librarian,
But he’ll make you do his job, don’t be tarrying.

He even has his own game called Mop ’n’ Bop,
Clean after those Petpets or he’ll lose his top!
Perhaps this Yurble has too much burden,
Don’t be bothering him anymore that’s for certain.

No more Slorgs! -Yurble Day
by califorthehomeless

Just a Yurble farmer
Trying to make a living
Trying to make enough money
Skarl upped his taxes

No one to turn to
No one will tell their secrets
It’s in his hands now
How does a Yurble deal?

Slorgiriser X4 the only way
Get rid of the Slorgs today and everyday!
With your help we can do it
Neopoints and a trophy for the best!

So what do you say?
As a humble Yurble farmer its the only way!
An ode to him
On Yurble day!

The Yurblecone
by kadface

Of all the frozen treats around
There’s one I love the best
The Yurblecone is, without doubt,
Better than the rest. 

It comes in so many flavours 
Raspberry and lime,
Orange and vanilla too
They’re really quite divine! 

I still remember that first taste
The wondrous first bite down
The icy texture makes it just
Impossible to frown. 

It’s crispy, crunchy, pure delight
It makes you ask for more
The taste will keep you coming back
The sight you will adore!

Throw away your ice lollies
Discard your ice cream
Your deserve the very best
The Yurblecone supreme!

Mystery in the Hall of Heroes
by azn__kiddo

Deep within the Hall of Heroes,
An angry orange Yurble lies. 
With a shiny bucket and his mop,
He looks around and sighs. 

A Minitheus suddenly appears,
Feet firmly in some muck,
Followed by a hoard of Alabrisses
He thinks, "what rotten luck". 

Every so often this Yurble finds
These Petpets within the hall,
Leaving a trail of mud behind them,
And somehow even on the wall.

The Yurble Janitor has no idea
As to how this came to be.
The truth behind the mystery,
Is another Yurble, you see.

A young Blue Yurble lives nearby,
Secretly admiring from afar, 
She sees him working hard each day,
Through a window left ajar. 

Often seeing him sport a frowning face,
She worries of any malaise. 
So, she sends her Legendary Petpets
To keep him company some days.

Though with the mud along the way,
The intent did not come through.
So, the Yurble Janitor works away,
And remains without a clue.

The Tax Yurble's Plea
by vanillastar12

Of all the Neopian villains,
And all the Neopian friends,
I'm the one they most despise,
The beast with the tax liens.

"Tax Beast!" They cry when I arrive,
That has become my label.
Why can't they see that deep within,
I'm just a friendly Yurble?

It's not something I like to do,
Making the people pay.
But it's all part of Neopian law,
What more is there to say?

I wish that people would just see,
I'm not different, it's true.
For at the end of every year,
I have to pay my taxes too!

So next time you point at me and scream,
"BEWARE! IT'S THE TAX BEAST!"
Do spare my feelings just a thought,
And let the nicknames cease!

And on this jolly Yurble day,
I ask only for one favour - 
Next time you see me come your way,
Please just call me The Tax Yurble!

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
by prulletje1852

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
They are lengthy and curl around 
They can stretch and unfurl
And are able to hear every sound

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
In the spring, they can hold flowers
When perfectly stuffed between the curls
They can hold for hours

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
In the summer, uncurling them
Makes the Yurble cool down
While waiting for colder weather to come

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
While the leaves turn red in fall
They're at their best and can hear
Every little sound, oh so small

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
During the coldest winter, they can act
As earmuffs or as a scarf
So versatile, these ears, it's a fact

Dear Yurble, why are your ears like that?
Every Yurble has their ears
Beautiful curls for hearing
And to accessorize during the year

The Yurble Farmer
by therainbowsheep

In Meridell, there's a farm -
With fresh produce and charm.
The Yurble Farmer manages it well,
On the fruits and veggies he dwells!

With a large appetite, 
It's important to plan right!
Peppers, marrows, and, cheese
Berries that grow on trees.

He knows the Slorgs route,
And works hard to keep them out!
His farm is organized and neat,
A wildly impressive feat!

When hungry, he's in a mood,
So he's happiest looking for food,
In the undergrowth he looks,
For fresh produce to cook.

The Yurble Farmer is a delight,
His farming technique a sight.
Visit him and you'll see,
How great he can be!

A Yurble Surprise
by maculose

A Yurble was journeying underground.
He was excited to see what treasures were found.
He was digging and digging and felt so free.
He was simply as happy as he could be.

He came to a clearing of quite the large hole.
In front of him he saw a Spotted Symol.
The Symol looked up and gave a great point.
“Treasure are there, I won’t disappoint!”

The Yurble continued in that direction.
He was so happy, there was no objection.
Then with his paw there was a loud klink.
He quickly looked down as he began to sink.

He fell down a hole with a loud thud.
His beautiful fur was covered in mud.
He then looked up and saw a great sight.
There was a glistening object, shining real bright.

He took this trinket, quietly walking.
Then the Yurble heard some talking. 
He walked one way but he had no luck.
He went another way and had to duck.

The talking grew louder and then he saw.
There were a bunch of Yurbles, short and tall.
They all jumped up and let out a hooray.
“Surprise! Surprise! Happy Yurble Day!”

Le Voyage des Yurbles à Shenkuu
by werdesy

Par cette magnifique journée ensoleillé
Aujourd’hui, les yurbles sont célébrés!
Pour festoyer et s’amuser,
un voyage a été organisé!

Direction Neopia Central
Pour l’embarquement dans l’avion
Excité nos amis sont
De visiter Neopia Occidental

Shenkuu était la destination choisi
Du plaisir ils auraient aujourd’hui
À faire un cours de base Ninja
Pour devenir les plus forts, Voilà !

Des étoiles, ils lancèrent
Des murs, ils grimpèrent
Des costumes, ils portèrent
du plaisir, ils ont eux ! 

Pour les récompenser
de cet effort archarné
Le maître avait préparé
Un magnifique gateau, pour toute la belle équipe!

Les Yurbles sont contents
Les Yurbles sont amustants
Ils se sont promis de voyager
pour leurs anniversaires chaque année

Joyeux Anniversaire des Yurbles!

Vere Polnicek
by theguy2020

Blazing through the yooyuball field,
During a match this Yurble will never yield,
Doing what she can to help her team,
Won't stop trying until Moltara wins the Altador Cup dream!

Being a defender she tries to stop you from scoring,
Watching her play is anything but boring,
If you're not paying attention she could sneak up and steal the ball,
Or go for a tackle where you slip and fall!

She not the most consistent player, 
But her defence still gets regular recognition from Moltara's mayor,
Sometimes the ball slips from her hands,
This is an example of things not going according to plans!

Her strengths includes being tough,
Always trying to hustle so make sure the team defends enough,
She's also one of the quickest in the game,
A quality that is helping her make her name!

Little Yurble's Ramble
by 6moricehero6

Little Yurble chasing Greebles in a puddle
How pleased it looks with a sparkle in his smile
Marble Yurble pounces, dives into the middle
Lands on his face, now has mud on its muzzle

Didn't take long to realize he was in trouble
Next to the puddle were sitting a bunch of Turdles
Laughing at it sayin' "Sir, you found a hurdle!"
"You realized how fast can jump a Greeble!"

But Little Yurble wasn't done with his ramble
Wiped its nozzle, got up and start to rumble:
"You little Turdles shouln't make fun of my tumble!"
"You guys are slow you couldn't even catch a snail..."

Wait a minute..

The same day Yurble came home with its bindle very full
To gift its mom something she'd wanted for a while
Something she needed to match her polished nail
A bunch of Turdles to put next to her sandals

True legend
by hoppip_grass

In Altador's grand halls, where legends reside,
There toils a humble Yurble with utmost pride.
With broom in hand, this janitor takes his place,
A silent guardian of Altador's grace.

Amidst the splendour of heroes and kings,
He sweeps away dust, his duty it brings.
Through corridors vast, his footsteps echo,
A quiet presence, with a heart aglow.

While others seek glory and tales to be told,
This Yurble finds solace in tasks untold.
He polishes floors with a diligent hand,
Safeguarding Altador's majestic grandstand.

With reverence, he tends to each hidden nook,
Preserving the legacy in every stroke.
Though his name may fade, his role remains clear,
The unsung hero, worthy of our cheer.

For in Altador's tale, he plays a part,
A custodian of art, a beating heart.
Let us honour this Yurble, steadfast and true,
The janitor of Altador, we value you.