Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for September 21, 2016

The Ballad of Gunther.He was timid, wore a beard, and sewed with the best,With a backpack over his red plaid vest.He could be mean and surly right clear through,Which was kinda weird, ’cause he was yellow too..They called him Gunther.Big Gunther.Big, timid Gunther.Big, timid, sissy Gunther.The hundred and forty-second fastest sartorialist in the West..He came from the old Pitts High School spread,With 10-gallons of curl relaxer on his head.He always followed his mother’s wishes,Even on the range he used two sets of dishes..Gunther.Big, timid Gunther.Big timid, sissy Gunther.The hundred and forty-second fastest sartorialist in the West..There was a wedding ceremony that was about to convene,And the town said, “Gunther, we need your sewing machine!”When the ceremony started at the break of dawn,Gunther’s sewing machine was there, but Gunther was gone..Gunther.Big, timid Gunther.Big timid, sissy Gunther.Big timid, sissy, deserter Gunther.The hundred and forty-second fastest sartorialist in the West..Really…