{"id":5289,"date":"2011-02-27T05:46:38","date_gmt":"2011-02-27T13:46:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/burgersdogspizza.com\/?p=5289"},"modified":"2011-02-27T05:46:38","modified_gmt":"2011-02-27T13:46:38","slug":"mardi-gras-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.peterstromquist.com\/?p=5289","title":{"rendered":"My Mardi Gras Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Mardi<\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

(With mild apologies to\u00a0Clement Clarke Moore)<\/p>\n

‘Twas the night before Mardi Gras, and all through the burb,
\nDenizens were in place to see the parades, even lining the curb;<\/p>\n

The beads were hung from the floats with care,
\nIn anticipation of the throngs that would soon be t<\/p>\n

The children were nestled all snug in the car,
\nDreaming\u00a0 of doubloons tossed from afar;
\nMamma in her toga, and me in my mask,
\nI was all tuckered out from my bead buying task.<\/p>\n

When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
\nI sprang from my perch to see what was the matter.<\/p>\n

Away to the neutral ground I flew like flash,
\nTripped over the Singleton sign and fell face down in the trash.The sun was just rising on the St. Charles line
\nGiving the impression parade day would be fine.<\/div>\n
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
\nBut the homeowner in his robe, his shouting so crass
\n\u201dHey, you buddy, get the hell off my grass!<\/div>\n
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The curmudgeoly old man, so lively and quick,
\nI knew in a moment he was a tourist, he acted like such a dick,
\nAnd he whistled, and shouted, and called me some name;
\nIt was obvious to me, he didn\u2019t understand the game.
\nI looked around before leaving, to see what was the matter
\nBut no I hadn\u2019t forgotten anything,\u00a0 Not even my ladder.<\/p>\n

I gathered my things, and got ready to view
\nThe amazing display\u00a0 that would be put on by the Krewe<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

I was ready as ready, me, Mr. Jimmy Crackcorn
\nI even had fresh double A\u2019s, to use in my bullhorn.
\nI had borrowed a kid from some neighbor named Jim
\nSo I could point to the toddler and say, \u201cHey the throws are for him!\u201d
\nWe worked all night on the \u201cWe\u2019re from\u2026\u201d signs
\nMany places\u00a0 listed, the more exotic the better
\nAfter seeing all those, will they guess we\u2019re\u00a0 from Kenner?
\nContinuing my mental tick list of things, forgetting the old coot,
\nYep, I had my umbrella and fishnets, to help catch the loot.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

I was\u00a0 stuffed with King cake, the tasty treat screamed \u201ceat us\u201d
\nI\u2019d eat much more, if the toy didn\u2019t look like a fetus.
\nThe middles are not plain, but now stuffed with a filling
\nSince McKensies went bankrupt, small bakers made a killing.<\/p>\n

I heard the music, the parade was near
\nWhen what to my wondering eyes should appear
\nFloats so lovely, adorned in\u00a0 things so bold
\nAnd trimmed of course in green,\u00a0 purple, and gold.\u201cI can\u2019t get enough!\u201d I thought, so I recounted them all<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, Zulu! now, Rex! Now, Endymion and Proteus!
\nTo the end of St. Charles! to the top of Canal!
\nThen\u00a0 fade\u00a0 away! fade away! fade away all!\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n

Damn I\u2019m thirsty,\u201d I thought, as I took a swig of my booze<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cI hope I don\u2019t have to pee before I see all of the Krewes!\u201d<\/p>\n

And then he appeared, the King of the Day,
\nHe laughed and he chortled, and\u00a0 got ready to play.
\nHe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
\nReached in his sack, then turned with a jerk,
\nAnd laying his finger aside of his nose,
\nAnd giving a nod, skyward went the throws!
\nThe beads, candy and toys all flew like rain
\nMe and ma were so\u00a0 drunk, we was feelin\u2019 no pain.<\/p>\n

The kids were getting trampled, ordinarily a horror
\nBut not today, cause someone nearby was surely a lawyer!
\nThe crowds were noisy, their hearts were a thumpin\u2019
\nAs they all cried in unison, “Hey Mister, throw me sumpin!”<\/p><\/div>\n

@BurgerDogBoy, 1\/13\/2002<\/div>\n

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