Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for October 09, 2002
October 08, 2002
October 10, 2002
Transcript:
NATE: Hee hee! I wrote another hilarious haiku about Mrs. Godfrey! Listen to this! It's seventeen syllables of sheer poetry! Ahem! "She's a monster, a bloated obscenity..." FRANCIS: And she's right behind you. NATE: NO, that's eighteen syllables! Can't you count?
Is this good:Poetry is quite strangeFull of randomness everywherePie pie pie pie pie.