Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for December 18, 2001
December 17, 2001
December 19, 2001
Transcript:
I'm trying to write a love poem to Kelly... "...But there aren't many words that rhyme with 'Kelly.'" "Jelly...belly...smelly..." "Ooh! Deli!" "This may very well be the worst poem ever written."
really? francis read diary of a wimpy kid