Mardi Gras Mambo

That season comes and go, The parties in the streets are hot. Balls are held in name for the Krewe, The Crowning of the King and Queen. Crowds are gathered down the cobbled roads. Parades are rolling through, Food cooking through the day, Crawfish boiling in the pot, Those spices wafting in the air, Drinks pouring everywhere. New Orleans and all of Southern Louisiana. Dancing away to that Zydeco music. Beads and treasures thrown overhead, Catching them as quick as you can. Hearing the bands and seeing the dancers dance Colorful costumes in the night. The masks covering their faces. Again, the season has come and gone, But till next year, we will party on.