Louisiana Love Poems
Everything’s just a little bit different here in Louisiana, including our poetry. And with Valentine’s Day coming up, there’s no better time to share some of the most unique ways we profess our love here in the Bayou State.
My love is like a red, red crawfish
That’s newly boiled in June;
My love is like some zydeco
That’s sweetly played in tune.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
When mosquitoes bite and itch.
You are hotter and more cray,
I drove my truck into a ditch.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And the electric bill gets way too high.
Then we pay it late and pay the fines,
Or kiss the air conditioner goodbye.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You’ll always be the Queen
Of my Mardi Gras Krewe.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee more than cayenne pepper, which sets my heart ablaze.
I love thee more than I could hate the cruel mosquito’s sting.
I love thee in the winter, I love thee in the spring.
I love thee in the fall.
I love thee in the summer, the hottest time of all.
I love thee more than crawfish, I love thee more than boudin.
I love thee more than all the roux my gumbo’s ever stewed in.
There was once a young lady from Metairie,
Who had more boyfriends than she could marry.
So she ran to Lake Charles
Much to their snarls,
And that’s how I found my chéri.