I Yam, Who I Yam!

Popeye was my kinda guy

a free spirit who says aye! aye!

I yam who I yam, he would say

a phrase that always made my day

the spinach-eating sailor was very strong

always stopping Brutus when he was wrong

Olive Oly was the apple of his eye

but that gal could be fickle and sly

promising kisses and expecting gifts

she was the cause of most of his rifts

but Popeye always came back for more

because it was Olive he did adore

Author: Dave Stancliff

Retired newspaper editor/publisher, veteran, freelance writer, blogger. Married 44 years. Independent thinker. A sense of humor. Defender of truth. Give my poems, essays and short stories a try. I look forward to meeting you.

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