Ode to Olive Oyl


“Ode to Olive Oyl”

Thus, there’s an “Olive” destined for Popeye.
A gaggle of wild geese her voice intones.
“She is but what she is ” her Popeye sighs.
She keeps Sweet Pea so he is not alone.
She souffles Popeye’s spinach from a can.
Has many muscles like her dashing man:
the oily,  perfect lubricant.

(use “olive” and “mirror” in 52 word piece)