Miss New Orleans(rewrite using same words from OG poem by Tom Robbins)

MISS NEW ORLEANS

66 Pirates teeth

Zee Snake doctors

And black moon gumbo;

She learned to perfect

Her dead.

Soon she could wear cat’s skin,

Fix her crocodile walk,

Telephone the kissed

And collect loot backwards.

New Orleans,

Where she went to cook pirates

And miss gumbo black.

But she took moon school

Backwards

And her crocodile teeth

Telephoned the dead

Collect.

“It is she…Miss New Orleans”