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
got finally his act together and gave her a whirl
Next line, Next week.