Olive Oyl---Trochee
I will be your Olive Oyl
Slim as spinach reed,
Cling to me like plastic foil;
Bluto quarantined
Old maids can deny my fame
Need I flaunt my charm?
Two men fighting for my name,
Olive, take my arm!
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Contest: Andrea Dietrich’s 7/5 Trochee
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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