Osaka, Japan 1985
Based on a true story
A statue of Colonel Sanders stands
at the bottom of the Dōtonbori River,
string-tied and smiling, but mourning
the loss of his hand, left
cursing the local baseball team
who dropped him here,
as only a Kentucky Colonel can.
Son of a biscuit, he mutters.
He’d shake his fist, if only he could.
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Hilarious! Col. Sanders did get around, eh Missy?
😂 He sure did!
What a great poem! I love the images and the mini stories that go with it. Guess Col. Sanders won’t be trying anything that’s “finger-lickin’ good”. Ha!
Thank you! And ha ha ha!
Thanks for making my day with this! Amazing what the world offers us. The first time we went to England, we came across a Tennessee Fried Chicken place. We set them straight!
That is hilarious, Sylvia!
especially enjoyed the playful, “Son of a biscuit, he mutters.”
Thank you, Gaby!
MISSY! YOU DESERVE ALL CAPS. THIS IS WONDERFUL! (especially in light of our current reputation among nations. Smh)
THANK YOU SO MUCH! (And IKR? Sigh.)
Great poem.
Ha! “Son of a biscuit, he mutters.”