Heading To New Orleans
We are heading to New Orleans she says
The Parade is exactly what we need for Dez.
Dez is a cousin who has style and flair
His enthusiastic exuberance hangs in the air
No one can control him our grandma warns
No one has to, this crowd will all swarm.
The parade is filled with costumes of all kinds.
Created from the imagination of brilliant minds.
Oranges, greens, silvers, golds, swirl and dance.
The crowd is cheering and chanting, a united prance.
Food smells of garlic, cloves, and cinnamon too
Wafting over the heads of this maniacal zoo.
Laughter and gaiety are afoot on the scene.
The wildest crowd most of us have ever seen.
Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday take a back seat.
Mardi Gras Parades simply cannot be beat!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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