I might go,
to Louisiana,
but I am not,
going back to Mamou.
If she wants to visit me in Florida,
that is fine,
but I am not,
going back to Mamou.
I lived there for a few months,
and I nearly cracked.
A man from South Florida,
does not belong,
in an icolated place,
of three-thousand and one.
So I am not going back.
Everything there,
I can easily do without.
As for their cajun accent,
half of the time,
I do not even know,
what they are talking about.
Maybe I will think,
about revisiting New Orleans,
or maybe Baton Rouge.
I might even consider,
revisiting Lafayette,
but I am not,
I repeat,
I am not,
going back to Mamou.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2018 04:27
- Comment from author about the poem: The 'she', written in the fifth line is referring to my ex-wife. I spent a very short time, living in Mamou, Louisiana. It did not go well for me. Leaving there was the right decision for me. At the time I was feeling extremely down. Thankfully, now I can wright this piece out of good humor. Jesus saves. Persistence is key
- Category: Humor
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