Sunday, July 16, 2017
When his muscles pop out like balloons
Popeye busts all those loutish great goons
All this winning is due
To the spinach he'll chew
It's more trusty than sprouts, peas or prunes.
Popeye pumps up in
Beware of Barnacle Bill
(Dave Fleischer; 1935).
I enjoyed you concise poem. Well done.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
July 16, 2017 at 5:42 AM
July 16, 2017 at 1:13 PM
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