Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
There was a sailor strong from the start
As he ate spinach with all his heart.
The more and more he ate,
Bulked him like a primate,
And now he’s missing his private part.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 25, 2025.
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- Category: Humor
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😂You made my day!😂🤣 Your poem humorously exaggerates the silly consequences of eating spinach, as shown by Popeye, a sailor famous for gaining huge strength from spinach. It satirizes the idea that eating too much of one food can cause absurd results, ending with the funny and surprising loss of a "private part.'
Friendship, you got it spot-on…absurd consequence, divine diet gone wrong, and one very repentant sailor statue. Thanks for sharing in the humor. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are most welcome my friend.
In right proper limerick form you delivered the tale of my favourite boyhood hero... Glad I knew him as a boy.. adolescence was exhausting enough without the threat of Popeye's fate hanging over (or under) me... Mind you, the fate of many an ancient male marble statue hangs (or rather doesn't) there...
Great fun, Tristan.
Haha! My friend, same here…Popeye was a childhood legend, and now apparently, a cautionary tale in stone. Glad it delivered. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Genuine entertainment 😇🤣😁
Hahaha! Glad it delivered, my friend! 🤣
Tristan you tapped into my childhood watching Popeye on TV when they were black and white. Also coincidentally I harvested a good amount of spinach this past week and cooked it eating it with a liberal dousing of vinegar and now I'm checking to see about that private part. Made me smile my friend. Thanks for the memories
My friend, this made my evening…nostalgia, humor, and a spinach confession all in one. Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus blesses your harvest. 🤣🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The best to you
And to you too, my friend!
It's brought on a swoon from me, this has! lol.
Ah-gah-gah-gah-glug-glug! 🤢🤣
How's that Latin-speaking, spinach-glugging, arm-growing fella? You knows the one - the one in your poem! lol.
He's so happy I finally included him! Not sure how he can feel so left out being he makes it into virtually EVERY poem's comment section! I mean, what a spotlight scrooge! LOL!
He's a Drama Queen, or King, if he don't get his say! lol.
Popeye inspired me to eat more spinach back then, but maybe I should stop eating it once and for all. Beautiful 🙂
Hahaha! I know right? Such false advertisement! 🤣 Thank you so much for reading and commenting, my friend. Much appreciated!
Thank you Devender and Missy for your faves. Much appreciated my friends!
It's how I attempt to save the fish so's they don't get away.
What a freakin' pity! Bet Olive is heartbroken. Sorry to hear it. Prettily rhymed with an almost jaunty note of seeming rhythm, and great imagery. Thank you for sharing.
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