I just put him into
my last poem with
a resounding clunk.
My efforts at humor
know no bounds.
However, I be-
lieve that the
phrase, Ya big
lunk! which O-
live Oyl says
near the end,
even as back-
handed as it
might be, is
nevertheless
at least a par-
tial compli-
ment, right?
I mean, no
matter how you
spin it, wasn’t
there always
some kind of
raw attraction
between Olive
and Bluto? Even
if seedy and faux
repulsive, didn’t
the big galoot
encapsulate
enormously more
sex (appeal?) than
Popeye ever did,
even eating his
cans of spinach.
I mean, even Wim-
py had a better deal
of a meal than poor
old Popeye did.
