LET THE GAMES BEGIN
17 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
31st Jul 2007 10:36 ok folks this is the blog you've all been waiting for.... the poems competition! send me a poem or story about why you should get the snookle/about the snookle and ill post it here! the winner will be revealed in a few days... every day some may get eleminated! oh and ps if you want to be a judge just ask! we only have room for 3 spots for being a judge! sooooooo write away! gl.
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~STORY 1~
Alex was frollicing around her garden. Then she stopped. Epheus came up to her and asked ?Why are you sad? Alex smiled sadly and said ?I love you all but I wish I could have another pet? She sat down and ate some of the sandwiches Morko had brought out. ?Morko? Alex said ? do you know you're maybe going to become a Daisy? Morko frowned. ?A Daisy? A Flower? he asked flabbergasted. ?No silly? Alex replied. Then someone knocked on the Garden door. ? Yes? ? Tweblud said walking to the door. She opened it and in came Cathrin. ?Hi? Alex said. ?Sup? she asked. The Cathrin said exited ?I'm going to get 2 AUs!?Alex opened her mouth but nothing came out. ?Well? Cathrin said ? I wanted you to have one of the Snookles , seeing how much you want one? Everybody in the garden swallowed. ?You get to choose from pixie or skater?Cathrin finished. Alex thought about it and said ?I think both are cute but the pixie is a little cuter. So there? you answer? Cathrin pulled out a little Potion bottle.?There you go? she said smiling. Alex laughed out loud. ?Is this a dream Xantik? Xantik smiled . ?No Alex , not at all? he replied.
2 Years later
?Melody! We have to go to school!? Alex shouted. Melody flew down stairs and sat down at the table. She quickly gobbled up her break fast and got in the bus.?Bye mum!? she shouted.
When Melody got home she quickly went to Alex. ?Mum? she said? Can you come to the Childrens day with me?And then to Slater Park with my friends like Suano?
Alex sighed. ?Sure? she said.
Thanks for your time and consideration! ^^
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~POEM 2~
Snookles, Snookles, my dream pet
She will never have to fret
For I will take care of her forever...
And never trade her, no, no, never...
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~POEM 3~
Pixie Snookles, Pixie Snookles,
Waving their luscious pink hair.
Gemininae thought it wasn't fair,
She longed to be one,
Yet she stayed all day in her lair.
One day a generous person appeared,
While she was praticing her Career,
And she no longer had a fear.
Becoming one of "them" was her life long dream,
Her eyes soon began to gleam.
Geminaie is a pixie snookle!
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~POEM/STORY 4~
She sparkled and glittered,
And held a wand in one hand,
Wings like a butterfly
Her pink silk dress is grand.
She was the pixie of early spring,
And was outside for hours.
She waved her wand around the plants
And got the frost of all the flowers.
Then she saw a glittering,
Coming from behind lilly.
She peeked cautiously around it
And saw a princess phanty.
Chontalle whispered,
"What are you doing there?
Are you hiding,
Are you scared?"
"No, no, and hush,
I am hiding from Ollepo,
So if you'd like to join,
Find a place and go!"
Chontalle looked around
For a good place to hide.
She found a great old hollow tree
And quietly crept inside.
Ollepo had found Soldada,
And now the two searched together.
Ollepo chatted all the way,
She talked for what seemd like forever.
They'd been looking for ten minutes,
And inside the tree was gross.
They still hadn't found Chontalle,
And weren't getting close.
Chontalle peeked up,
Shielding her eyes against the sun,
The two others hadn't found her yet!
And were calling out, "You've won!"
She flitted out from her hiding place,
Smiling and dusting off grit,
The other two smiled and began to laugh,
"Great place, now you are it!"
So Chontalle closed her big brown eyes,
And quietly counted to ninety.
As she began to look, she heard Ollepo whisper:
"I bet she will not find me!"
The snookle giggled and called sarcastically,
"No where on earth could those two be?"
She snuck behind Ollepo,
Knowing exaclty her spot,
She laughed and poked her on the head,
And said, "You sure do talk a lot!"
That made all of the pets laugh,
And went inside to eat.
Chontalle remained great friends with them,
Even though Ollepo talked in her sleep!
The next day the came out,
And decided to play tag,
And Ollepo said, "Whoever wins
Gets the prize in this bag!"
"How do you win?" asked Chontalle,
Who was very fast and agile,
"Whoever gets to be "it" the least,"
the renat added with a smile.
It was later in the day,
And the game was almost done.
The score was Soldada 6, Ollepo 4,
And Chontalle with only one!
Ollepo stood in front of the snookle,
And said softly, "Close your eyes!"
Chontalle did so, and tensened up
Eagerly awaiting her prize.
"Open!" said the renat,
As Chontalle's brow began to furrow,
But before she opened up the bag,
Out jumped a Pink Addoro!
"We knew you'd win,
So were purchased her beforehand.
While you were asleep,
This was being planned!"
This Addoro has been put
Into my gallery,
But results aren't released till next Tuesday,
We'll just have to wait and see!
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~POEM/STORY 5~
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It was early when Chontalle woke,
So she put on her shoes and got tied.
She stretched her wings and combed her hair,
And decided to go outside.
The air was thick and humid,
And the early spring sun glowed.
It made kaleidoscope patterns on the ground
Every time the wind blowed.
She smild and walked to her hammock,
Where she loved to lay,
And though it was a little frosty and damp,
She sprawled across it and began to sway.
Lillies bloomed by the water,
While roses grew near the rail,
Zinnias, irises, magnolias, poppies,
Marigolds, mums, twolips, and foxtail.
Chontalle knew of many flowers,
All but this that she saw.
A single delicate bulb appeared,
That made her stare in awe.
She called her three best friends,
Ollepo, and Soldada, and Xynn.
They looked at the flower and shrugged.
"It's not mint, oak, tulip or pash'n."
Defeated, Chontalle looked it up
In a pant dictionary and online.
Then she fled back to her friends and said,
"The flower! This flower is mine!"
"What do you mean?" asked Xynn,
Who joined them to look at the blossom.
"It's a new kind, so I get to name it!"
They all smiled, and she felt awesome.
"Will you all help me?"
Chontalle asked, biting her lip.
It annoyed her that she wasn't a good namer,
And she shifted her weight to her other hip.
They all decided to sit down to think,
And they piled onto the hammock.
After thinking for forever,
The four pets had no luck.
"Any ideas?"
"No, none from me."
They all shook their heads,
And then she left the three:
She walked over to her flower,
And bent down, leaning close.
The scent was musky, sticky sweet,
And the ground was greasy and gross.
"We should water it, I think,
And clean up around this spot."
"We could put this flower in better light."
"I'll go get a pot."
The pets got fertalizer,
A watering can and a spade;
Chontalle came back and in her hands,
Was a shiny clay pot that she'd made.
"Great!" She said, placing it down.
"Now we can get to our work!"
They worked around the flower until
Chontalle dug it out of the dirt.
They fertalized the soil,
And moistened it fairly.
They placed the flower in the pot,
Cupping their hands warily.
They finished and sat down on the bench,
Chontalle was leaning on the metal,
They all watched the blooming flower,
And how the sun glowed on every petal.
"It looks great," the all agreed,
Smiling at admiring their work.
They all began to think again,
And Chontalle was really irked.
The petals were a dusty pink,
And had white inside,
With yellowy anthers
And several dots
And speckles alongside.
"Let's think of names,
And say them out loud.
Anything you think of,
Just shout it out!"
"Senya!"
"Izilla!"
"Platum!"
"Patilla!"
None of the names
Seemed to fit just right,
They thought well into the dark,
And when it was light.
Then Chontalle rose,
An idea in her mind.
"I've got a name,
One just right for this kind!"
The clouds overhead,
Which were a puffy vanilla,
Parted to show the sun
"I'll call it the Chontilla!"
All nodded their approval,
Even now grows a lovely display
Of Chontalle's Chontillas
Which make a great bouquet.
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