Dennis the M is such a caustic little prick; he’s got a serious hard on for Franz Wright, and his 116 New Yorker poems. D the M is all enmity and envy; cowlick and enjambment. Get a life you fucking two bit Menace! Mister Wilson (Warren) has already offered to hook you up with his Low Res MFA. Take your Ritalin, and read some Larkin you bitter little horse pill on the precipice of plagiarism! Fucking D the M. Kinderslut. Hack.
As I understand it, the Dennis the Menace creator Hank Ketcham based the cartoon on his then 4-year-old real-life son, Dennis. Soon Hank could only relate to the cartoon son, frozen in time. I believe the son ended up living in a trailer somewhere while his father, whom he’d stopped speaking to, continued to pump out the cartoon that bore his real life son’s name.