Best Cajun Poems

Down in Louisiana,
down in da bayou deep
Where sweaty bodies hear da swamp sounds
in da hot, steamy heat
Local people know Mamadou Sekkou
Medicine woman 
born on da banks of da bayou
	300 lbs
of dark, dark skin
	charcoal black
Big bosomed woman
with black and silver wavy waterfalls
	flowing down her back
Mamadou Sekkou
sez...

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As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, 
Cajun style ~ by James Rice
                      ~      ...

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Down in Louisiana, by the bayou way,
A secret recipe, has been blending for generations,
Tenderly, stewing in the great American melting
Pot.
Spanish spices, mixed with French Canadian 
Hospitality, lends to this gumbo's savory 
Appeal.
African voodoo magic, leaves a trace element,
Of mystic's charm, and mysteries dark beauty. ...

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Here’s a little story bout Cajun santa
He lives in the swamp in Louisiana 

You can be naughty or you can be nice
Cajun Santa will never think twice

He’s not like the santa from the cold North Pole
You will never get a stocking with a lump of...

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Injeck evey POD a dad pluckin' bird
Wid a quote a chow-chow seasonne
Led id sid in dem fridge
(Fo tree whole day, sha!)

You god dad fry-pot on da poach?
FAAR id up an po in dad stuff
Heed dis ere PEA-nut orle bout tree fitty
(Taak almos a dhaam hour!)

Led...

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Santa came last night spreading Christmas  cheer

He said I'm finished now , until next year 

He said no more dodging poo

Its over what do I do

That's easy Santa, I gave him a  beer...

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Out of the Omicron Ceti 
The Mira shines bright in the sky
Waiting for a warm afternoon
Where old men go fishing
With nothing a string and a limb

Waiting for the setting of the moon
With four loaves of bread
Three jars of strawberry jam
Sweet lemonade and a spoon

Crested waves...

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One pot Cajun pasta
We are going to totally enjoy this one hot spicy Cajun pasta
Easy to make for a weekend meal
The sense of smell explores our food before we eat it 
Oh, I cannot wait to gorge on this tasty warm meal
Just start throwing all...

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When it rains
the grass grows greener
and thick like a forest of trees 
in my back yard
Mr. Bojangles, the housecat 
slowly stalks its prey 
of wizard-like lizards scattering away.

With nothing but the sounds of
crickets and cicadas
heard humming now and then
as the sun begins to settle down
here...

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Cajun Santa was a skinny little man

He could hide in the shadow of a soda pop can

I asked Cajun Santa do you have a magic power

He said, I can fly around the world in less than an hour

He said I’ve got to be fast in...

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Cajun Pride

Remembering an autumn day
Floating down the river
Where all his tensions flow away
And the days just become a blur

The current is always so mellow
And the shore is beauty beyond compare
Lined by age old weeping willows
It is the answer to a river boy’s prayer

The bayou is...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi
Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread
Drinking booze and gambling like crazy
Going to Bourbon Street just ahead

Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans

The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling
Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf
Where the real money is unfolding
And a...

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I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long.
Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong
when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved.
She ran off with my coke and money. That was wrong.
I want outta prison. Enough years have been served.

She...

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I was born from infernal hell
I'm the Cajun King
I was born from infernal hell
A land full of life and festivity
Bring me to your Mississippi Queen
She holds justice in the palm of her hands
Wielding her attomica taking no ****
Her blue eyes vicious and cold, never dull
Courtship...

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They rolled like a mountain,
out of New York city.
I heard Cajun Lady, 
from The Fat'sby
Twas back in the day,
Nineteen- Seventy.
You know she was a lover,
His Mississippi Queen.
I heard Cajun Lady,
With the Fat'sby on Lead....

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