A Popeye Poem
Soft spoken sailor man
Timid bald spinach fan.
Rarely the loser of a fight.
Often seen with a can,
Non-typical muscle man,
Guardian of all good and right.
The father of Sweet Pea,
Oliveoil's sweetie,
The source of his Pappy's delight.
Hero of children
Even bow legged women,
Forever foe Bluto's worst sight.
Impressive large forearms,
Not one who bore arms,
Icon of early TV.
Smokes corn cob pipes, wears hats of white,
Helps Wimpy with his hamburger needs.
Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney
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