On Tuesdays Wimpy does Olive Oyl
As she patty-cakes burgers to broil.
He licks her all over.
Olive says, "Lower!"
But he's already grabbin' a bun.
In storms Bluto, muscled and young.
Parting his lips, he dangles his tongue.
"You're too late, Big Guy.
I'm waiting for Popeye
'Cuz I happen to know that he's hung. "
But Olive knows Popeye's been lazy,
And his eyes, they get kinda hazy
When that slut Betty Boop
Does her boop boopy doop,
So Olive's now thinkin' Dick Tracy.
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