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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