Rubes by Leigh Rubin for June 14, 2022

I thought that Poopeye was Popeye’s father.

Oh no! That was his good eye.

Always wondered why he squinted

toot toot

Now he’s got to swab down the poop deck.

Fortunately he was bombed by a much smaller bird.

Birdie, birdie, in the sky.

Why’d you do that in my eye?

Gosh I’m glad that cows can’t fly.

And now you know why sailors consider it to be bad luck.

Swea’ Poo!

Next scene: He is wearing it around his neck.

I was trying to remember the other day why we thought Popeye was funny… couldn’t.

When birds are flying over I never look up.

..and there goes his other eye.