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


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


And her crocodile teeth

Telephoned the dead


“It is she…Miss New Orleans”

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