Colonel Sanders

A poem from 2017

Have I got some finger licking news for you?

Is it fake or is it true?

Take a punt, I dare you to!

Rub me up the wrong way and I'll shoot

You in the shoulder, me in the foot

I'm a gambling man and I always lose

Running away from the blues and twos

I'm a passionate Santa

Look at me waddle

Out of my depth

But I know a secret

And what a big secret!

Fried glory!

Coronary failure in a big deep bucket

Irresistibly yours...

Little chicky hens or grown in a lab?

Don't panic

I'm ranging free

An international man of mystery

Fire me or sue me

You won't keep me down

I'll  come back for more

And I'll get there in the end

Just be glad I'm not a clown

Or a burger king without a crown

You'll never see me wear a frown

You'll never never bring me down!

I'm running off with half the profits

Make sure you have a nice day, now!

So long, suckers!