We come to remind you before you die
You better get your life together
Next time you see us it’s too late to cry
Beware the Bone Man, couldn’t avoid him if you try
Germaine the queen, her ghost in the gown she left us by
Masks on so we don’t know which guy
Giant pot of gumbo with plenty of pie
Many foods that were set to fry
Dancing flames lead us as they blaze high
Floats, candy, and beads come to fly
Horseplay and tiny lies
Do the king cake babies cry?
For Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, live up the night
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Seashell Harpspring
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Wow the power in this poetry is ✍️🏆☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️ fabulous