Shapeshifting-13-8-kickoff


“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)

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4 Comments on “Shapeshifting-13-8-kickoff”

  1. tnkerr
    July 4, 2015 at 3:03 am #

    I like the Olive Oyl take on this prompt. You did it well.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. susanwritesprecise
    July 4, 2015 at 3:30 pm #

    Very clever, Jackie. Nicely done!

    Like

  3. Tony
    July 6, 2015 at 1:38 pm #

    Such an unexpected take on the prompts, and it’s really sweet to see some nostalgia every once in a while. Gotta love that Olive Oyle! Nice job

    Liked by 1 person

  4. jacquelinecaseypoetry
    July 6, 2015 at 6:05 pm #

    Thanks for the comments, Tony and Tnkerr.

    Like

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