The Goodness of Chocolate Shakes and Fries

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The goodness of fries and chocolate shakes. The phrase just resonates, try as I might to get it out of my head. Except that I prefer a strawberry shake with my fries.

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. I can’t escape the rhythm, but can’t quite shape a poem in my strawberry mind.

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The grace of God. A surety, a strength, a logos. Reasoning and pleasing; everyone’s first choice. Yet what of cigarettes and choc-o-late milk?

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. Tradition, simple. Warm and crispy. Coolness, brain freeze, sweet. Wrap the chocolate around the savory salted sticks—sharp cold melts into vague warmth.

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The goodness of chocolate and fries. Classic, clean lines, never out of style. Smiles and brown eyes. JT croons winter, spring, summer, and fall; but you know I know when strawberries dream.

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. The fries and goodness of chocolate shakes. The chocolate and fries of goodness shakes. Dark chocolate shakes, do they count as double good? What about strawberry chocolate shakes or chocolate strawberry shakes and fries? The goodness of fools.

The goodness of chocolate shakes and fries. Sophisticated orthodoxy. Diving deep into strawberry apostasy for the sake of unique. The goodness of grace, the goodness of love, the goodness of shakes and strawberries and chocolate and fries.