I think that I shall never know
A treat quite like a CheddarBo.
With golden crust and gooey cheese,
Its flavor brings me to my knees;
With gooey cheese and golden crust,
O, must I eat it? Yes, I must;
A biscuit like a fluffy cloud,
That makes my taste-buds shout aloud;
The perfect blend of grease and salt;
With which we mortals find no fault.
Poems are made by fools, I know:
Bojangles makes the CheddarBo.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
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