I Make No Apologekys for My Sailor

An Ode to Popeye

Susan Elliott
He blows me down
with the cleft in his chin;
what character!

Permanently anchored
on his tattooed forearm,
nautical symbolism,
and the strength of ten men.

His round squinty eyes
smile gently above that
golden corn cob pipe.
It leans ever left, held loosely
between clinched teeth.

His musical laugh,
CAH CAH CAH CAH;
drifts on the salty sea air.

He is often disgustipated...
But, could never be to me
His manly bald pate, needs
no silken hair, and
I've taken his mantra into my life.

For, "I Yam what I Yam."
with a strong sensk of humiligration.

And like the man himself
an honest true lover
again and again.

My courageous sailor
is my chum; my friend, grasping
on tightly to his spinach tin.

Published by Susan Elliott

Susan Elliott's poetry has appeared in both print and online formats. Susan has recently published her first two Kindle books: Wandering Through a Barely Functional Mind and Ink Blots on Paper.  View profile

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  • Paul Rance1/19/2010

    Olive had strange tastes!...

  • Ruth Carter1/18/2010

    Love this one! I didn't realize that you liked Popeye! :)

  • Shaheen Darr1/18/2010

    aw, he was so sweet, popeye the sailor man...toot toot :))

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