Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for April 04, 1999
April 03, 1999
April 05, 1999
Transcript:
Nate: My love is like a red, red rose that blooms with petals, sweet, my love, like mount St. Helens, glows with awe-inspiring heat. Nate: My love is like a perfect pearl plucked from an oyster prime. My love is like a fuzzy squirrel ( I had to make it rhyme) Nate: My love just cannot be stopped or squelched, it's like a sigh that must be sighed, a burp that must be belched. Nate: You've dated many other guys. (excuse me while I yawn.) They're like a burger, shake and fries, while I'm filet mignon. Nate: Until you stop ignoring me, until we have a date, until to love me you agree, I'm yours sincerely...Nate. Nate: Hear that, Jenny? That was for you! speaker: Okay, Now for this morning's announcements...
“My heart’s a stereo. It beats for you so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote. Make me your radio, and turn me up when you feel low. This melody was ment for you. So sing along to my stereo.” Sign that song nate not recite that stupid poem.