Ode to Popeye
~ Cody Christeson
Little lady Olive Oyl
Planted seeds on satin, soiled
All her proper plans, foiled
By some Bluto’s mortal coil.
Serpentine ways of man, betwixt
The weeping Olive’s heart, unfixed
All firmaments underfoot, nixed
By some Bluto’s mind and body mixed.
So was a love like all the rest
A Bluto’s worst, an Olive’s best
A half-hearted curse, a tearful jest
An unfulfilled promise in a treasured chest.