Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for October 19, 2020

Ouch

Girls that age think boys are yucky. Heck I think Spud is yucky.

Spud’s got would-be cowboy poet Earl from “Pickles” beat!

Spud, your poem has been eaten by a coyote and heaved off a cliff.

Poor Spud. Unrequited love is a terrible thing to live with.

He lost her at “poem”..

Tune in next week to see if Amelia’s gets her walkie-talkie back.

Not surprised Spud would write a poem that included food.

Drop. The. Frickin. Pumpkin.

It scans!!

Amelia skipped the class on how to “let’ em down easy” and went straight to “stomp on their heart until it’s ground into powder”.

Been there, Spud. Move on because for every jerk there is a psycho looking for you too.

She could have just turned the damn thing off.

This is getting good!

Ha ha! Pannel 2, where she’s holding the walkie T. like dirty laundry! And now the whole school can hear Spud’s feelings, echoing through the HVAC. Love it!

And just when you got her using the walkie-talkie, you had to go and spoil it, Spud.

Sigh. She is so moved that she wants everyone to hear it♡. No, actually not.

Garlic bread, mmmmm.

That silver tongued devil!

Ahh. Young love and the first shattering of a heart….

It all comes back to food! Rookie mistake spud…

Amelia, my dear, let my words ring true …For I know there is still pumpkin casting yet to do …And a smash and smile and the rare whooooo …Then perhaps after, just maybe – I can have lunch with you …

Spud

Will got the vent sound right.

The scansion of the poem leaves something to be desired, but I heartily approve of the concluding line. Garlic bread with cheese (and some bacon) was the food of love for my husband and myself in the early days of our relationship.

She’s holding the radio like a dead fish.