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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.