Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for September 26, 2015

Step right up while it’s still hot, your own fresh plate of crowFor those who heckled and distained, correct and in the know.Who could love a strip like this? Who dares to say, “Well done”?Likened to rude chimpanzees, then mocked for having fun.T-Bolt is Tess. Wait, no, she’s Lizz, so skilled at martial artsTo think that T-Bolt could be Lee is a theory so sans smarts.So now there be fresh chickens that have flown home to viewThe festive feast of winged beasts, fricasseed or in a stew.Baked or fired or roasted, the crow is piping hotGrab a plate, it’s not too late, admit that you did notGive credit to Team Tracy for spinning a fine taleMe? I will not dine today, instead I’m quaffing Ale.Yet I have not forgotten my last meal of black birdSaid the Nitrates must be dead, which now seems so absurd.So don’t be shy, leak from the eye, or heave a heavy sighJust make sure you leave some room for fresh hot humble pie.It’s all in fun, no hit and run, please don’t take this wrongJust a smile, a laugh, a wink, a cheerful sing-a-long.