Cajun Elegance Poem by Lauren Aaa

C'mon, don't be a dumbo.
Think of a bowl of gumbo,
Getting hungry yet?
To a boy, I once bet,
I could name a food that described me.
He said a tree.
Hard and kisses taste bad.
I said no joking young lad.
I'm talking about something Cajun.
I'm talking of something ragin'.
Gumbo is Cajun elegance.
I know how to fish and I know how to dance.
Anything above the coast is 'north.',
I appear sweet, but beware, I have fire in my eyes.
How long will it take you to realize,
I am Cajun élégance.