Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for February 06, 2000

Transcript:

A poem which reads - When I'm feeling messed up and totally stressed up from tension, anger or gloom I leave all my trouble and go to my bubble - my place, my space - my room. Luann is entering her bedroom door ( the door has writing on it, stay out, beat it) Poem continues. There I am free to simply be me to hang out, relax and unwind I play my CD's and do as I please and sort out the things in my mind When my door is closed don't poke in your nose I want to be left alone! Luann is lying on her bed with Puddle next to her Poem continues - It really perturbs me when someone disturbs me! ( Unless it's for dinner or phone). Luann pop's her head out of the door and says: "Was that phone call for me?"