I Wanted To Be Like Popeye
I have to have it! I told my mother
Because I wanted to be Popeye
I wanted to develop those arm muscles
I wanted to save the day, and fight the bad guys
My mother finally broke down and bought it.
Canned spinach. I could hardly wait to gulp it down.
Wait a second! YUCK!
I did not eat spinach for years after that.
Finally ate fresh spinach
Accidentally
in a spinach salad
This was nothing like the canned
Popeye had never indicated the truth.
Canned spinach tastes like spit out baby food.
Nothing would ever help me believe Popeye again.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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