Mardi Gras Madness
This Tuesday will be the fat day,
to purge all your sin on the streets.
The sun will bring the ash of Wednesday,
with foreheads displaying the Holy Trinity.
Masks of feathers and gold, beautiful and sublime
People with umbrellas dancing to the second line.
"Laissez bon temps les rouler!"
A Crowd gathers around and shouts.
Surrounded by large floats, that make leeway.
As colorful beads are tossed out.
Forty days of abstinence will be approaching soon
It's the night to drain all your vices, under the silver moon.
Copyright © Rebecca Ann | Year Posted 2019
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