Suppose Popeye every year vanishes
Last seen heading inland, shaking off
His pursuers (he is often pursued) so that
Wimpy and Brutus and Olive Oyl
Have to vamp frantically. Wimpy
Dances with surprising grace;
Brutus tells funny stories; Olive
Sings in a pleasant contralto. Somehow
They make enough to live until
Popeye's suddenly among them,
Plum blossoms scattered in his hair.
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