Rhymin' Wreckers

What if cakes were the last lines in really bad poems?

Come, my friends. LET US DREAM TOGETHER.

Work anniversary
Head of the class
A lousy coffee cup??

You'll get no bars here
No cells in this park
So let's give a cheer:

Not sure how it works -
The questions are numerous
Still, hooray for you!

Like, this is totes "no"
ROTFL 4ever
ANYway, so,

Beard scruff and muscles
Scratchin' all day
Something that rhymes with muscles

With age comes wisdom
If I may be so bold
To the smartest friend I know:

I'm hip and I'm fly
All the bros know me
Ladies, I go by

Thanks to Anony M., Sarah S., Derek, Anony M., Melissa H., Karen T., & Hannah D. for helping us celebrate Bad Poetry Day without even knowing it.

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P.S. Here's a (hilarious) reminder that English is almost as confusing as these cakes:

P Is for Pterodactyl: The Worst Alphabet Book Ever

Also THE best gift for baby showers and kids' birthdays, if you like to sprinkle a little chaos in your friends' lives. Mwuahahaa.

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Wax Poetic, Wax Off

Because bad poems and bad cakes go together like two things that go together and also rhyme.

Long like the trombone
are a giraffe's neck bones
7 bones
Bony bones
But Phil only had one bone.

Sucks to be you, Phil.

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There once was a baker called Smit
Whose spelling was never a hit
From what I have heard
He botched ev'ry word
Except one: that guy knew his...

...stuff.

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Elsa didn't know
Until blood started flowing
What she'd created

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DO NOT

stand

in
         cake
             case

[whispering] Bakeryyyyy

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Once in a season, very near Fall
From deep in the forest, trees shady and tall

Comes something peculiar, and so seldom seen
Like a leprechaun's gold, or a unicorn's spleen

Look quickly, my brethren, for with any luck
You'll be graced with the majesty of Weenie Buck

*snapsnapsnap*

Thanks to Keelan M., Julia C., Jess K., Kia H., & Kristy D. for helping us channel our inner Charlie McKenzie. ("WOMAN! Whoaaaaa-MAN!")

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P.S. I see you appreciate poetry. Might I recommend...?

I Could Pee On This, And Other Poems By Cats
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And from my other blog, Epbot: