New orleans Poems
Mardi Gras Momma
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Mardi Gras Momma
is so sweet and fine...
She works Bourbon Street
during Mardi Gas time...
Her hair is so long
and her booty is a shakin...
She wants a sugar daddy...
all his money she’ll be a takin...
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A Mardi Gras Tree
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I think that I
shall never see...
Anything as cool
as a Mardi Gras tree...
They grow in New Orleans
nearly every Spring...
As the bands start marching
in full swing...
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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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A Snowball From Sal’s
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
When my chips are down
And I’m feeling blue...
My car has a flat
And da rent is past due...
My wife just left me
And she took my dog...
My thoughts are all confused
Cuz my head’s in a fog...
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Our Movable Feast
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Ridin’ round New Orleans on my Vespa...
With my baby holdin’ on real tight...
Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast...
Lastin’ all day and into the night...
Headin’ down St Charles to the Quarters...
Searchin’ for the freshest beignets...
Wavin’ to the tourists on the streetcar...
It’s gonna be one of those days...
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A Lost City
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Cancerous urban decay…
It’s taking over my beloved city…
The politicians truly don’t care…
Collecting more taxes and sitting pretty…
The infrastructure is totally failing…
They kick the can down the road…
Our children’s children’s children…
Will be left to inherit the load…
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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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Mr. Okra
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
He was everybody’s Mr. Okra…
He was da man about town…
Selling his fresh vegetables…
In New Orleans all around…
Whether selling Uptown on Carrollton…
Or even da Lower 9th Ward…
Selling everyone fresh produce…
Dat he grew in his backyard…
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Yardi Gras!
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Yardi Gras, Yardi Gras
We love our Yardi Gras!
YARDI GRAS!
When da chips are down...
And we’re feeling blue...
We all come together...
It’s just what Who Dats do!
Whether it’s a hurricane...
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Our Dixie Beer
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
A great beer was brewed...
Starting back in 1907...
Sent down to New Orleans...
A saintly gift from Heaven...
It was brewed in the red brick building...
In Mid City on Tulane Avenue...
75,000 barrels a year...
Plenty enough for me and you...
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