Ode to Bojangles by Matt Wood

Ode to Bojangles by Matt Wood

Bojangles has Biscuits

 

Soon the southern sun will rise,
Its rays intrude upon mine eyes.
When mornings creep and stubborn sleep
Won’t shake itself from groggy feet,
That’s when I want chicken biscuits from Bojangles.

 

Matt is in Love

Matt is in Love

 

Back to work, back to school, back to loud, waking worlds
Embrace your nine to five, your daily haggle
And despite your weatherd face, despite dreams long unfurled,
Never wish for life without a battle.
Rather, to help charge the field, to help straighten the tangles,
Take comfort in the small and familiar
Like a big sweet tea and an order of Bo-rounds from Bojangles.

 

Matt Considers the Menu

Matt Considers the Menu


 

Wise men have said, in chorus and in God’s stead,
“You can’t always get what you want.”
In imploring tone, and those words read,
Bojangles franchisees in every haunt, I implore:
Erect a restaurant on Cherokee Boulevard on the North Shore of Chattanooga, TN.
You would recoup your investment through sales to this speaker alone.

 

Matt has Bojangles

Triumphant, Matt has Bojangles

Matt Wood

My name's Matt. My Facebook page says I'm a "Web Stuff Guy" at SmartFurniture.com, so that's about as precise as I can get. I've lived in Chattanooga about 5 years and spent most of them with Smart Furniture.