Because bad poems and bad cakes go together like two things that go together and also rhyme. Long like the tromboneare a giraffe's neck bones7 bonesBony bonesBut Phil only had one bone. Sucks to be you, Phil.******* There once was a baker called SmitWhose spelling was never a hitFrom what I have heardHe botched ev'ry wordExcept one: that guy knew his... ...stuff.****Elsa didn't knowUntil blood started flowingWhat she'd created **** DO NOTstandin cake case[whispering] Bakeryyyyy **** Once in a season, very near FallFrom deep in the forest, trees shady and tallComes something peculiar, and so seldom seenLike a leprechaun's gold, or a unicorn's spleenLook quickly, my brethren, for with any luckYou'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!")*****P.S. I see you appreciate poetry. Might I recommend...? I Could Pee On This, And Other Poems By…
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