Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for June 15, 1997

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A father's day POEM for YOU, Dad! from your son NATE F is for the food that you are making, see the kitchen quickly fill with smoke. A is for the aspirin you are taking as you pay the bills and see we're broke. T is for the treadmill in our cellar. You used it once, then claimed you'd hurt your heel. H-E-R spells "her," a woman stellar. Will you ever date one? Let's get real. Nate: Hey, Dad! What rhymes with "bald"? Dad: Why can't I have a kid who just buys me a tie?