A Limerick to Olive Oil from Popeye the Sailor

There once was a girl named Olive Oil
Who makes me blood rise to a boil
She sets me heart a poundin’
Her shrill voice a soundin’
Neer’ was there a more sexy girl.

I often think of Olive’s thin waist
Her smile and her beautiful face
With her hair in those ties
Me pants starts to rise
She’s a woman who quite suits me taste.

I’ll love her for the rest of me days
She’s me love not a fad or a craze
I find her so clever,
She sure pops me lever
And she sets me old sea heart ablaze!


It’s time for holiday shopping and in addition to buying my live crab off the boat, you may want to pick up a copy of my lady’s novel. It’s a deal when you buy it from her – only $10. The story takes place here on the coast, and if I may say so myself, it’s a very good read. She’s won awards for her work. So give me a call and let me know who you want her to dedicate the copy to, and I’ll have your signed book ready when you come for your fresh crab. You got my number right? 707.208.1706. For more about the book see www.womeninthe1940s.com

Next Generation Indie Book Awards Finalist

Therese Ambrosi Smith completed the UCLA Writers’ Program in June 2009.  Since then, her columns on the contributions of women in the 1940s have appeared in several publications including the LA Times and Houston Woman Magazine.  Her novel “Wax” was recognized as a finalist for both the Eric Hoffer First Horizon Award and the Next Generation Indie Book Awards.



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