(Strip Number 4619, Original Publication Date, 27 May 1986)
Panel 1: We find Sue reading the following poem: "A tiny cry within the night/a mother's touch, a gentle light/a rocking chair, a cheek caressed/a baby to a bosom pressed/a bundle in a cot replaced/a mother's footsteps, soft, retraced/she whispers as the shadows creep/NOW LET ME SLEEP! PLEASE LET ME SLEEP!!!!" (It should be noted that the person doing the catalog saw fit to summarize this as "A sweet poem about a mother putting a restless child back to sleep is concluded with a screaming, overtired plea for rest.")
Panel 2: Elly explains that whenever she felt like hauling off and belting her children out of frustration, she sublimated her boundless aggression into punk poetry in the key of martyrdom. Sue gasps in admiration about how beautiful that is.
Summary: This sort of thing also points the way to the conclusion that her poems are a metaphor for the strip. Here, we have the ten year old on the defensive because he's supposed to apologize for the deeds of the helpless, frightened six month old who actually didn't know what he was doing to piss off the implacable child-woman he calls a mother. No wonder some guy on AV Club who's so dense that light bends around him wants April to apologize for killing Farley every day; there are busloads of people that dim.