Not from Mardi Gras Matti I Hope
You rented a place on Bourbon Street?
Oh, yes, in New Orleans, of course I did.
The old man stared deeply into my eyes
Not from Mardi Gras Matti, I hope!
I burst out laughing and nodded my head.
Yes, I did, I told him. She is so colorful!
I loved her instantly! She has such charm.
She is a voodoo priestess, he yelled. Then he cringed.
I laughed at his silliness.
I instantly fell in love with Mardi Gras Mattie.
I was thrilled to rent her house.
I imagine it will be as magical as she is.
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