Popeye Poem by Lamar Cole
Popeye
Lobo was an inner city neighborhood thug.
Who would squash some of the pool hall goers like they were bugs.
He loved to pick fights.
And slam an opponent with all his might.
One day Lobo got blindsided.
And someone hit him in the eye with a pool stick.
If he wasn't such a jackass.
Somebody might have felt pity and not want to swat him like a fly.
When a lot of people started calling him Popeye.
Ouch! It hurts just to read it! I always heard tales about those tough pool-hall types. I s'pose Lobo thought he was the King of Tuff, and someone needed to take him down a notch or two! Very creative and funny!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:03:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for this funny piece to start a day..