Rhymin' Wreckers

What if cakes were the last lines in really bad poems?Come, my friends. LET US DREAM TOGETHER. Work anniversaryHead of the classA lousy coffee cup?? You'll get no bars hereNo cells in this parkSo let's give a cheer: Not sure how it works -The questions are numerousStill, hooray for you! Like, this is totes "no"ROTFL 4everANYway, so, Beard scruff and musclesScratchin' all daySomething that rhymes with muscles With age comes wisdomIf I may be so boldTo the smartest friend I know: I'm hip and I'm flyAll the bros know meLadies, 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.*****P.S. Here's a (hilarious) reminder that English is almost as confusing as these cakes: P Is for Pterodactyl: The Worst Alphabet Book EverAlso THE best gift for baby showers and kids' birthdays, if you like to sprinkle a little chaos in your friends' lives. Mwuahahaa.*****And from my other blog, Epbot: