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.
I like the Olive Oyl take on this prompt. You did it well.
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Very clever, Jackie. Nicely done!
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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
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Thanks for the comments, Tony and Tnkerr.
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