The Attack by Edvard Isto (1899)

The Russian Double-Headed Eagle Trying to Take the Law from the Finnish Maiden

Finished

I dreamed I was a mighty Viking,

with arms like Popeye the sailor man.

So I ate lots of spinach and sailed away,

leaving skinny Olive Oyl behind to stay,

for my Internet love in a far-off land.

I wanted so much to meet her,

to consummate what I dreamed,

but when I wrote asking her whereabouts,

She wrote me that she was Finnish[ed].

My sail wind suddenly diminished,

I returned, letting Olive oil my pain.

Sigh.

Copyright © Ronald W. Hull

8/2/19

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