"I Knows Shugah"

over the weekend

my woman and I

drove out into the bayou,

to this little parish town

she knew about,

where some Cajun thing

was going on,

her charm and smile

got us in,

if it had been just me

I would have been chopped up

and thrown into the swamp

for gator bait;

but with her

I was ok;

we had a great time,

squishing crawdads,

then sucking the juice

out of their heads,

as zydeco music

played in the background,

we drank warm beer

and danced late into the night,

I tried to act cool

and indifferent,

but by the end of it all

I was dos-e-doing

with the best of em;

on the ride home

she sat next to me,

with her head on my shoulder

and her hand resting lightly

on my crotch,

the stars

shining brightly

in the sky

overhead;

“oooooh weeee bebeeee,

I luvs you more dan ze moon” I said

in my best Cajun accent,

she just smiled

and said;

“I knows shugah,

I knows.”

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