Sunday poem, second stanza, second line

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.

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