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.