POEMS  This page is to display Star Pet poems. If you have any poems you would like to include on this page of which there is no competition catergory  to enter it into, please post them here. Items, GP or EXP will be given for each poem. Only one poem per person per week. Gary, gary, garyphon by MouseMorpher Gary, gary, garyphon Called Terry, Lee, John or Ron Gary, gary, garyphon I think of battles you have won. Gary, gary, garyphon And when you fly away you're gone. A moonlit sky with garyphon   The mighty skripe by Jupitol That little skripe Whose feathers shine bright That little skripe Who shines like a light That little skripe With powerful sight The mighty fire type Be that little skripe GARYPHON by KYORGE  G ARY A ND R ON Y ELLED P LEASE H ELP O NXE N oOoOoOoOoO One fine skripe! by Pablo-jo-jo One fine skripe Sits in a nest One fine skripe Tenders the eggs One fine skripe Looks up to the sky And decides its time to go! Oh skripe oh skripe! by Pablo-jo-jo A young skripe thinks to itself Oh skripe oh skripe Its mother says Oh skripe oh skripe Go clean yourself Oh skripe oh skripe Look at these days Oh skripe oh skripe If only you were there…. Bad skripe Bad skripe! by Pablo-jo-jo A little skripe green and blue! Bad skripe Bad skripe His feathers are back and he's looking cool Bad skripe Bad skripe His pousin clenses ones who goes too close Bad skripe Bad skripe You hang out with the back street boys! Bad skripe Bad skripe You fly away for a holiday Bad skripe Bad skripe Then you lose the money and no more fun! Sad skripe Sad skripe!  One garyphon by Jupitol Once there was one A mighty garyphon Who weighd around a tonne One day it entered a competition And beleive it or not... it won! Any type of Skripe by Jupitol Any skripe Has an advantage in type All skripes Have weaknesses Wether strong Or weak In power of beak No skripe is perfect Once there was a garyphon by Jupitol Once there was a garyphon, A garyphon there was, Who glided and swooped, Swooped and glided, Through the clouds in the sky in the day, In a very gay sort of way, But then one day, Some men came to stay, And asked him to pay, To fly up in the sky, But the garyphon refused, For he was a mighty garyphon, They aimed a gun, At the garyphon, Who tied it in a knot, "It is not your forest, You cannot charge tax, Now leave here with your axe For this forest belongs to none, So I think you should be done, Before I start to get mad" The men were scared, They ran off home crying loudly, And yelling for their mummys, And the forest was calm, For it had come to no harm, And the garyphon went back to it's flying.  Types of the skripe by Jupitol The types of the skripe may vary, From one Star Pet to the next, But there is one little pet, That always looks bright, Wether fire or water or wind type, Or poison or normal or earth, Or it can be a lightning or ice type, Which pet with gleaming feathers, Can glide and swoop in flight? Oh my it must be the mighty skripe!  Gary gary by Kyorge Gary gary What will i say? You know what I mean, I'll say fly Gary gary flies away What will i say? You know what I mean, say boo Gary gary says boo Yipee gary!    An ice skripe called Jewel by Jupitol Jewel was an ice type, To be presice a skripe, She may have been small, And not very cool, For an ice type skripe, She ate only grule, And was easy to mall, For an ice type skripe, But inside she was strong, With an icy cold song, That made her stronger, For an ice type skripe.    Song of a garyphon by Jupitol Once I heard the song, Of a mighty garyphon, And at first it sounded, Just like squaking, But a beautiful tune pounded within, The garyphon sings, Of all things, Wether strong or weak, In their toungue or our speak, The garyphon sings, Of all things, Wether great or small, Neither will rule, While the song, Of the garyphon, Is being sung, The garyphons shall sing, About all things. No type by Jupitol There was a little skripe, Who didn't have a type, It got hurt badly, So it flew around sadly, It roamed the land, In search of a helping hand, Until it came to a paint tin, But sadly it was in a bin, The sripe looked around, And slept on the ground, It dwindled away, So there's not much to say... There was a little skripe, Who didn't have a type, Until the person found it, And stroked it a bit, Then took it inside for some food, It wanted to brood, But she took it out of the house, A person called Mouse, There was a little skripe, Who didn't have a type, Now it was wind, No longer sinned, It swooped and spun in the sky, It didn't have to rely, On anything...   Once there was a phoenix by Jupitol Once there was a phoenix, Who loved to play tricks, It would swoop down on people, And drop a big black beetle, So they would run around screaming, Or move a Star Pet's belonging, So they went around longing, To have it back, But then one day, A dragari came to stay, The phoenix tried to trick it, So the dragari bit it, The phoenix tried again, But only got pain, Instead of laughs, So it gave up its jokes, Because that dragari, Was just too smart, So then it was a phoenix, Who gave everyone gifts, It would swoop down on people, But instead of a beetle, It would drop confetti instead, And instead of taking a Star Pet's belonging, It would help them get lost stuff back, So in the end there was a dragari to thank, For the phoenix's change in ways.   At the beginning of time by MouseMorpher At the beginning of time, There was a Garyphon Who could do nought but mime, A silly Garyphon. One day, a skripe flew and played, With the voice-less Garyphon And was said to have made, A voice for the Garyphon. It swooped and played squash, With that strange Garyphon When it knew he had no voice, It said it was a load of bosh. So it began to make sounds, For the Garyphon And tweaked out a feather, Giiii! grunted Garyphon. Whoopee! shouted the skripe, For the Garyphon had Gotten his voice type, That Garyphon. And now if you ever, Go out in the night You'll here a Giii!, Its the Garyphon's voice type. MORE POEMS ON PAGE 2 !