Wendy Cope, I’m not…
LIMERICKS FOR CHRISTMAS
New Orleans, 2005
The Ladies of 70118
have been politically minded of late,
petitioning holiday hordes
for one levee board
as we buy gifts for relatives we hate.Arnaud’s has reopened its doors–
So have Lilette, Dick and Jenny’s, and more–
but Commander’s remains clad
in locks, which is sad,
’cause that bread pudding shit is to die for.Our postman is walking his beat,
and garbage trucks now roam the streets,
the power stays on,
and the curfew is gone…
a new mayor, and life would be complete.
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That is truly sad about Commander’s — my fave restaurant in the whole city. I can’t wait to eat there again, and enjoy their perfect cup of coffee and a Bloody Mary or two.
However, it is the *creme brulee* that is to die for. It’s got the bread pudding beat, hands down. ;-)
Happy holidays, y’all!