BLUMAROO DAY SPECIAL

The Robo Blumaroo
By Ladyariel32

Once there was a Robo Blumaroo
That was made of tin armour in metallic blue,
It stood in one corner of a modest shop
Gathering dust from bottom to top.

And then there came a Skeith named Billy
Who was very spoiled and awfully silly,
He gawked at the robot with eyes gleaming,
In a matter of seconds, he was smirking.

He screamed at his owner, a gangly boy,
"Hey, Alan, you've got to buy me this toy!"
Alan grumbled and let out a resigned sigh,
And kissed his Neopoint hoard goodbye.

At their house, Billy climbed up his bed
He pushed the button behind the robot's head
Its ears started wiggling; its helmet glowed,
It said, "From Skeiths, I shall protect your home!"

But when Billy clapped his paws in delight,
The robot beeped, "Skeith detected.
Prepare to fight!"
It reached out its arms and tickled his tummy;
"Hey, stop it!" Billy yelled,
"I bought you, dummy!"

But the robot said, "I'll tickle you all day."
So Billy jumped out the window and dashed away.
Alan beamed as he watched his pet run,
He told the robot,
"Having you around sure is fun!"

Finding Himself - A Blumaroo Tale
By Kushbi

Bob the bouncing Blumaroo
Had some talents, quite a few.
But what he knew how to do best
Was to lose his way while on a quest.

One fine day, he hopped along,
Humming a short familiar song,
Seeking treasure for King Roo,
Who promised him a gift or two.

Through distant lands he sped on,
Guided by a map so wrong,
That Neopia Central looked to be
Just beside the isle of Mystery.

A misled turn, alas, he made,
And saw a luscious rich green glade,
Peace and quiet drifted by,
Buoyed by nature's magical might.

Between the trees a faerie grinned,
And beckoned him to come within,
Into her home of garden bliss,
Where scents of blossoms filled the mist.

The gold and jewels that he seeked
Were never found or ever seen,
Yet happy was this Blumaroo,
Who discovered the joy of gardening blooms.

A Jester's Tale
By o0Tiffany0o

The Court Jester trembles,
As King Skarl looks on,
Of moments like this,
He is never too fond.

The jokes he prepared,
He knows are no good,
Like all other days,
Skarl's in a foul mood.

Sweat beads glisten,
On this Blumaroo's head,
As he feels not good feelings,
Like horror and dread.

He blurts out his first joke,
And nothing is heard,
Except for the distant
Coo of a bird.

He stutters the second,
King Skarl turns red,
Jester thinks he detects
Angry veins on his head.

The final joke awaits,
and Jester knows what will come,
If Skarl does not laugh,
His job is more than done.

He tells his third joke,
Eyes closed tight,
Does he hear what he thinks he hears?
It's possible, he might!

The King is laughing!
He is filled with delight!
And for yet another day,
Jester has overcome his plight.

Count Von Roo
By Silentlafter

Within the darkness of the night
Are Neopians filled with fright,
For vampire Count Von Roo
Has been waiting for you.

When out and about
Instead of in bed,
You will be his meal...
Until he's well fed

Merciless and hungry
The dark Blumaroo is,
Haunting Neopia
Making everything his.

So watch the sky,
He may glide by,
Looking for a snack,
Or a lightless sanctuary