French quarter Poems

Popular French quarter Poems
I Want To Fall In Love With A Mardi Gras Queen
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I wanna fall in love
with a Mardi Gras queen...
Show her a side of New Orleans
that she’s never seen...

Take her to the dark side
of the Marigny...
Show her my real world
without the bourgeoisie...


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Jack Rabbit
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Jack Rabbit walked the French Quarter...
Searching for his Peter Cottontail...
Jack always knew on which corner to stand
To sniff out Peter’s Cottontail trail...

As soon as Peter was close by...
Jack would immediately start to close in...
He would offer Peter a Marlboro...
Accompanied by a wink and a grin...


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All Mules Matter
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I’m not a horse…
I am a mule…
I’m not a donkey…
You silly fool…

I’ll let you in on a secret…
My dad is a donkey and my momma’s a horse…
But I love dem both just da same…
And dey love me back, of course…


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The Last Crawfish Supper
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

What if Jesus had been from New Orleans...
Would we see y’all throughout the Bible...
What if the last supper had been a crawfish boil...
With Mardi Gras Indians dancing all tribal...

What if the New Orleans Saints were really from heaven...
Would they have never lost a game...
What if the referees’ calls were truthful...
Would the playoff outcome have been the same...


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The Politicians Don’t Really Care
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

The cracked streets are quiet
and the clouds are all dark...
The French Quarter is eerily empty
as the criminals leave their mark...

The broken shutters are closed
and the iron gates are all locked...
The locals are too scared to come out
and the tourists are all shell shocked...


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Recent French quarter Poems
The Last Crawfish Supper
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

What if Jesus had been from New Orleans...
Would we see y’all throughout the Bible...
What if the last supper had been a crawfish boil...
With Mardi Gras Indians dancing all tribal...

What if the New Orleans Saints were really from heaven...
Would they have never lost a game...
What if the referees’ calls were truthful...
Would the playoff outcome have been the same...


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All Mules Matter
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I’m not a horse…
I am a mule…
I’m not a donkey…
You silly fool…

I’ll let you in on a secret…
My dad is a donkey and my momma’s a horse…
But I love dem both just da same…
And dey love me back, of course…


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The Moon Over New Orleans
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

The moon over New Orleans...
Lights up her seductive celebration...
Nighttime is when she parties...
It’s all about the mutual flirtation...

The world loves the Crescent City...
And all she has to offer...
It’s where we all let loose...
It’s where you receive her proffer...


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Let It Rain
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Ya can’t stop da rain...
When it wantsta come down...
Especially in New Orleans...
Where people do drown...

Ya can dress up all pretty...
To getcha friendly going on...
But when it rains in New Orleans...
It might rain ‘til dawn...


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Jack Rabbit
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Jack Rabbit walked the French Quarter...
Searching for his Peter Cottontail...
Jack always knew on which corner to stand
To sniff out Peter’s Cottontail trail...

As soon as Peter was close by...
Jack would immediately start to close in...
He would offer Peter a Marlboro...
Accompanied by a wink and a grin...


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