Sunday, December 3, 2017

Popeye the Assailer Man



Just one can has me twisting and flailing
And with anvil-like fists I'm assailing
One big blow to the features
Knocks him over the bleachers
When he lands he'll be blistered and wailing!

David Cairns



Popeye's spinach-fueled punch destroys both Bluto and the diner in We Aim To Please (1934).

1 comment:

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

Greetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading your poem - well done.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.