Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for January 19, 2025

Nice poem. It reminds me of one of my all time favorites.. Block City.

What are you able to build with your blocks?Castles and palaces, temples and docks.Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,But I can be happy and building at home.

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,There I’ll establish a city for me:A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,A sort of a tower on top of it all,And steps coming down in an orderly wayTo where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:Hark to the song of the sailors on board!And see, on the steps of my palace, the kingsComing and going with presents and things!

Now I have done with it, down let it go!All in a moment the town is laid low.Block upon block lying scattered and free,What is there left of my town by the sea?

Yet as I saw it, I see it again,The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,And as long as I live and where’er I may be,I’ll always remember my town by the sea.

Robert Louis Stevenson was a genius.

Happy Sunday, Everyone!

You had to have copied and pasted all of that. It was less than a minute that today’s strip went live.

I don’t remember how long ago it was I played with Legos either, but man they were amazing as a kid. When you have a vast imagine that knows no bounds like I do, the possibilities with Legos were endless. The sets I see them come out with now are so detailed and intricate though, they kind of put just the simply standard Legos we had when I was a kid to shame.

Just pick up your room Luann!

Nice poem, too! Good rhyme sçheme.

After ten years, there could still be random Legos on that floor.

Luann must have heard the news earlier this week: “A Canterbury mum attempted a world-first record … – running 100 metres while barefoot across tens of thousands of pieces of Lego. Gabrielle Wall managed to traverse her way across the jagged blocks in 24.75 seconds – setting an impressive time in the world record attempt, alongside a few cuts on the soles of her feet.”

It’s been a long time since Luann wrote a poem. She should collect her many, many poems, and try to market them as “Odes from my Teen Age Self.” It could make her a published writer, just like that.

Of course Greg had to spoil the mood by drawing an extra-messy bedroom. An unnecessary cheap-shot.

Anybody remember over a week ago when Luann cleaned her room when she found out Piro was coming over? Well apparently it didn’t take long to get it back to normal.

Sounds like Luann’s been walkin around in her room

If Bernice was “parental”, Luann’s room wouldn’t be such a pigsty! BTW, “eek” and “feet” don’t rhyme.

Way too much text.

‘To Memories’? Bernice’ll outdo Luann by writin one called ‘Three Memories’

Nice poem that makes for happy smiles, not like the sad saga of Pero’s mom who contributes to the depression of kids.

Next week: Tiffany gets invited to the Folies Bergere in Paris. She will be visiting the theater’s backstage dressing rooms and dance rehearsals. Don’t I wish.

Hey girls have you forgotten about your “guests” in the house?

Poem lulled Puddles to sleep.

That’s deep, Luann.

“It was a dark and stormy night.”

“Luann’s room is STILL a Blight.”

“Lu doesn’t care, because life’s unfair!”

“But there’s a bathroom on the right!” – CCR