The penis cake pan’s struggle is oft-commemorated in poetry and song. Surely you remember the Dylan Thomas poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (Penis Cake Pan).” It goes:
Do not go gentle into that good night penis cake pan / Your novelty cake pan should burn and rave at close of day / Rage, rage against the dying of the penis cake pan.
It’s a very famous poem. What does one do with a penis cake pan after the bachelorette party/penis-themed seasonal bacchanal/fertility party is over? One brave woman put on her baking imaginarium cap and tried to figure it out. Check out her handy penis-work after the jump! [BForbel]
An elephant and a palm tree?
An astronaut and a farm scene?