Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler Poem by Barry Middleton

Down in New Orleans,
you find those Cajun queens.
Hold her and scold her
till she's a little bolder.
Hold on tight,
for love is just a dream!

The Mardi Gras they say,
is time to dance and play,
beads and bad deeds,
sow some wild seeds,
party down,
till Lent comes our way!

Tomorrow we will repent,
but the party can never relent.
we'll be hung-over
when it's all over,
we'll be broke
from the Storyville rent!

Laissez les bons temps rouler,
head for the Vieux Carré.
But take my advice,
best to think twice,
at that house
with that girl from Tremé!