Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for September 25, 1992
September 24, 1992
September 26, 1992
Transcript:
Ms. Clarke: Nate, you didn't write this poem. Nate: You're right I copied some song lyrics from one of my dad's records. I'm sorry, Miss Clarke...I guess I just panicked!! I tried for hours to write a poem of my own, but I just couldn't do it! What do I know about being a poet? Each time I try it, I totally blow it! Hey!...Hey! Ms. Clarke: There, was that so hard?
He’s got poetry in his blood! (Probably from his mother)