Peach-fil-A

On June 20, 2009 I damaged my throat to the extent that I have been able to swallow only cream soups, ice cream, and milkshakes since. One of my two regular milkshakes is a great tasting one Valerie makes with bananas. The other is Chick-fil-A's peach milkshake, the best store-bought milkshake I ever tasted. The only problem with their peach milkshake is it is seasonal. However, the Chick-fil-A I frequent, knowing of my problem, stashed enough away just for me so that I can enjoy the taste of peach milkshakes all year long. I created this web page to express my appreciation to owner Al Thompson and his crew for their lovingkindness.

The Chick-fil-A of this ode
Is somewhere near Magwood Road:

I’d like to spend hours each day
Just lounging in Chick-fil-A
Sipping peach milkshakes by the score
Until my gut could hold no more,
And all the time, by flavor awed,
My taste buds would loud applaud
At the heights of joy they’d reach
From the taste of fresh-picked peach.

Making my day more a treat
Are the welcoming smiles I’d meet
Upon entering the door,
Like I’ve always met before,
And the treatment they’d give me,
As if I were royalty.

But peach milkshakes, I must say,
Are not Chick-fil-A’s forte
In putting smiles on people’s lips,
It’s chicken in nuggets and strips,
And in soups and salads too;
But the star of their menu
Is their famous chicken sandwich,
The addictive taste--of which
Is desired by multitudes--
Has made them king of fast foods.