Short Mardi Poems

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Premium Member Mardi Gras of Twenty Nineteen

Mardi Gras of twenty nineteen
Was the best parade I have ever seen
If anyone can top it, it will be New Orleans
Where I hope someday to become the Mardi Gras Queen
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mardi Gras

So here's to Happy Tubby Tuesday,
The big New Orleans jazz & blues day,
With the drunken revelers en masse...
On second thought, let's give it a pass.
(sorry)
Form: Couplet

Mardi Gras

Beads fly by
Kids grab for candy
Bands play Jazz
Spangled girls
Sweat and sugar sticks to me
Laughter fills the air 

Catch the beads
The floats go by us
Look at that
Wonderful
What a way to welcome Lent
First one last Beginet




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Form: Shadorma

Premium Member Mardi Gras

New Orleans
Great fanfare
Parades and festivities
Flamboyance

Glamorous exuberance
Vivid colors
Feathers and costumes
Strings of beads
Strewn everywhere

Loud blaring music
Frenzied partying
Right on through to
Shrove Tuesday



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Premium Member Mardi Gras Allie

Mardi gras Allie from New Orleans
Flipped his tail and showed his greens
the decorator was thrilled and dressed him up
in purple waistcoat, so he could go to sup

at a genteel lady’s house, her name was Kat
He wore a flower in his lapel and a tall top hat
He is debonair and handsome too, she bragged
Her compliments for Allie never lagged
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member THE SQUIRREL WHO DANCED ON BOURBON STREET

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With acorns stashed and tail held high, he hitched a ride down south to try the beads, the jazz, the gumbo feast~ no nut compared to Mardi Gras at least! In sequined vest (too tight, perhaps), he twirled past cops and tourist traps, stole king cake crumbs with glee so feral~ oh, what scandal! Such a squirrel!
Form: Limerick

Mardi Gras

I love to go to Mardi Gras
And see the girls cast off their bra
As if it were their sole faux-pas
In dancing through their last hurrah

I do not know just where they went
I can not guess what charms were Lent
But I suspect the knight was spent
In screwing odds they might repent

You're sure to hear old-timers say,
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may"
But ashes mark the end of play
The fun begins on Judgment day!
Form: Verse

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