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Bluto VS. Popeye

Poetry By: RJohnson

Tags: Humor

Based on the cartoon.

Submitted:Jan 13, 2008    Reads: 183    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I asked Olive Oyl out a thousand times but she always said no.

I'm a big fat bully and my name is Bluto.

When it comes to Popeye, I can't remember the countless fights I picked.

He kept eating�that damn�spinach and I always got my ass kicked.

When I fight Popeye, I usually get the worst.

But yesterday I managed to get to the spinach first.

When I ate it, I was going to beat on Popeye and I wasn't going to stop.

But one punch from me was all it took to make that mama's boy drop.

I just got Olive to agree to go out with me after a thousand tries.

Popeye may be tough when he eats spinach but without it, he's a wuss who cries.


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