I love Chick-fil-A so much that I wanted to write them a poem to show them my gratitude and occasional frustrations.
A poem to Chick-fil-A
Let's go to Chick-fil-A,
you say.
Then we are on our way,
and realize it's Sunday.
Tears stream down my face,
as we look at the empty place.
Not a trace,
of the delicious chicken taste.
I want my nugs,
I want them bad.
Not even puppy hugs,
could make me not sad.
I understand why you close,
I appreciate all you do.
But, I do still have my woes,
over the chicken that today, I cannot chew.
It's okay I guess,
It won't cause me much stress.
I'll get my chicken on Monday,
it'll be such a fun day.
Well, Chick-fil-a. Thanks for all your efforts.
And to those heifers,
keep making great food
and to you, I'll stay true.
