Sunday poem, third stanza, third 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
The red haired girl was startled and slapped his face
and said: “Next time I spank your ass, you nutcase!”

I have found a safe place to shield my nuts,

Finally I recovered and showed some guts:
I asked her if I could just comb her hair

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