Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for February 19, 2006
Dear friend, I mean not to alarm Or do your disposition harm. But all around us, near and far, Lurk creatures gruesome and bizarre. You may not even be aware (Indeed, some folks seem not to care!) That such foul beasts, such monsters rank Reside in shadows dark and dank. They lie in wait, they slink, they creep, Prepared to pounce, to lunge, to leap, To sink their claws into your flesh, To feast anew on victims fresh. And even when they hide away, A stence their presence does betray: A rancid stink, a bilious scent Foreshadowing their ill intent. My friend, don't think yourself immune! Your Day of Judgment's coming soon. You'll sense the creature drawing near, And turn to run, in abject fear. By then, though, it will be too late. A close encounter is your fate. Your screams of terror will not matter... "Don't just stand there! Get a ladder!"