A contemplative poem on Sunday. Just like it should be.

Once upon a time flew this rambling Dutchman,
from his loose stool holding his eruptive abdomen.
That’s Gross, my reader said with a frown,
at least now I know why your blog is brown. 

Charlie Brown loves his unattainable red haired girl

Next line, Next week.


6 thoughts on “Sunday poem, second stanza, first line

  1. Now I'm very curious how this ends ..
    Fun thing in all cases.

    Hmm .. it is the red-haired girl here again …
    I think that Charlie Brown simply must know about your weakness for the red color ..lol .. and mimic you.

    Take care,
    Mona Lisa


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