HaiCakes!

Sometimes I find a wreck or two that makes me feel all poetical and stuff.

These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.

Barren winter tree

on a giant bare cookie.

Woo. Celebration.

Circle of sprinkles

instead of decorations

because it's break time.

A fish in the sky.

She turned me into a newt!

But...I got better.

Packing foam peanuts,

A big shiny pile of...wait.

Is that Tiana?

Blue, orange, yellow.

A cheerful makeover for

the eye of Sauron.

And now, let's hear a piece from the king of beat poetry himself:

Spot on, Data. Spot. On.

Thanks to Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who also have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, but we don't talk about that.

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P.S. Because one does not simply walk into Mordor:

Mordor Fun Run Tee

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Memorial Pride

If tomorrow all the cakes were gone
I'd posted on this blog
And I had to start again
With just this patriotic dog:

I’d thank my lucky stars,

(o.0)

to be livin' here today.

‘Cause the flag still stands for freedom,

and they can’t take that awaaaaay.

And I’m proud to be an American,

where we're free to be wrecky!

And I wont forget the ones who died,

who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand UP, 
next to you and defend her still today!

'Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this laaaand,

God bless the U-S-A!

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Thanks to Holly F., Dara M., Michael H., Claire Marie, Carolann K., Erica B., Kelley B., Pam L., & Rachel P. for the reminder.