Pop-Eye The Sailor Woman (A  Juke box poem/Triolet)

I’m Pop-Eye the Sailor Woman

Flexing my biceps as I eats my spinach 

And I am certainly not a slop 

I’m Pop-Eye the Sailor Woman 

You play your cards right and we can plop into bed

I’m strong to the finich, cause I eats my spinach 

I’m Pop-Eye the Sailor Woman

Flexing my biceps as I eats my spinach

 

(Toot toot!)

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