It Wasn'T Me
I know he’s too small to reach but Popeye did it.
He has some friends you know, Peaches and Bandit.
You don’t know them because they just moved here,
but I heard them downstairs when I was nowhere near.
Peaches is a big Great Dane like our old dog Patton.
Bandit is a friend from our old house in Manhattan.
Popeye knew he needed Peaches to give him and Bandit a prop;
so he climbed the back of his friend and onto the counter top.
How did he get to the top of the fridge? That’s a cinch.
He’s been practicing his high jump to get every inch.
A small running start and Bandit was there to spring off his back.
Like a superhero Popeye soared and knocked down a snack.
I came down as soon as I heard the shatter of the cookie urn.
And don’t worry, I told his two friends they could never return!
5/5/2016
Tall Tales Contest - judged on 5/17/2016
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