Sunday, 17 August 2014

Sunday poem, second 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








Next line, Next week.

6 comments:

  1. Ooh slapped his face did she? Can't wait to see what he does. Thanks Han! ;)

    Hugs and Blessings...
    Cat

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    1. You know what they say about the temper of the red women, Cat! I think "they" are right all along.

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  2. Oh, poor Charlie...

    He need many hugs right now..lol..

    Hugs,
    Mona Lisa

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    1. Ran into a very ugly guy at the mall last week with a sign "Free hugs". Ah well, I gave him a hug. Why not. The world could use a little more hugging and a little less face slapping

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  3. Can't wait to see where this is going?

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