Quite possibly the closest thing to a look into the mind of ol' Pope-a-Lope.....in music video form
**Courtesy of Tab-ioca, through Jim, who she swears we'd get along like two peas in a ipod mini** (Update: She was right. There's ashes of a Christmas tree somewhere to prove it)
Came across this poem in someone's bulletin. Figured I'd share it with you fine folks:
I love New Orleans
give me a king cake baby
give me a beignet kiss
give me a french quarter morning that looks like this
give me the endymion krewe
give me the times-picayune
give me a drunk and lazy crawfish boil in muggy sticky june
give me a six pack of dixie
give me some assorted abita beers
give me a city where it only snows once every 10 years
give me a green neutral ground
give me a mardi gras ball
give me a medium rare burger at my grand old Port of Call
give me a glittery drag show
give me the streetcar line
give the House of the Rising Sun
give me a Tchoupitoulas sign
give me a shrimp and oyster poboy
give me lovebug season in May
give me my New Orleans-
I will definitely stay.