Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for April 14, 2002
Transcript:
"A Poem By Luann." "Purple pimple" "On my nose" "A tear of root beer" "In my eye" "The smell of Thursday" "In my hair." "I am a flushed" "Goldfish - " "Gwoosh.." "Well? Think I could be a rich poet?" "Absolutely! Just like.. like.." "Oh, whatziz face.. that wealthy poet.." "You know! That really rich poet.." "Oh wait. There are no really rich poets.." "Only really angry ones."
What about Dr. Suess?