drsvelte
Beach Fanatic
Man, life is some good, yeh! I'm shuckin' a sack of dem Bayou Sarah oysters while
dose Gulf shrimps are boilin' good hot. A case of dat Schlitz is restin' real nice on ice!
(For dem yankee hoity-toities, why hey, I got me some veuve cliquot too, cher!) Me, I'm a
fortunate to be a coonass, wid a lotta thankful to give for. Hope you and your ones
loved are feastin' wid dat Holiday Spirit! So to all youse SoWallers, a tale from da bayou.
dose Gulf shrimps are boilin' good hot. A case of dat Schlitz is restin' real nice on ice!
(For dem yankee hoity-toities, why hey, I got me some veuve cliquot too, cher!) Me, I'm a
fortunate to be a coonass, wid a lotta thankful to give for. Hope you and your ones
loved are feastin' wid dat Holiday Spirit! So to all youse SoWallers, a tale from da bayou.
The 12 Days of Christmas - Cajun style
Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Tanks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fix it
las' night wid dirty rice. I doan tink de pear tree will grow in da
swamp, so I swap it for a Satsuma.
Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letta say you sent two turtle doves, but
all I got was two scrawny pigeons. Anyway, I mixed dem wid andouille
an make some gumbo outta dem.
Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you just sent some crawfish? I'm tired of eating
dem damn birds. I gave two of dose prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at
Grans Bayou an fed da tird one to my dog, Phideaux. Marie needed some sparing
pardners for her fightn' rooster.
Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux! I tol you no more friggin' birds. Deez four, what
you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy you could
hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dere necks for my crab
traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.
Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sent sometin useful. I like dem
golden rings, me. I hock dem at da pawn shop in Thibodeaux and got
enuf money to fix da shaft on my shrimp boat an buy a round for da boys at de Raisin'
Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!
Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you coonass turkey!
Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six geeses. He
tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de hell out ah his snout. Dey good
at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one of dem wit erster
dressing on Christmas day.
Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see
you. Thibideaux, da mailman, is ready to kill youse. The merde from all dem
birds is stinkin' up his mailboat, yeh. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and sue him
some good. I let those seven swans loose to swim on da bayou an dem fool duck
hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of da water. Talk to you tomorrow.
Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, Poor ole Thibideaux, he had to make tree trips on
his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a milkin and dere cows. One of
dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da boat.
I doan like dem shiftless maids, me no. I tol dem to get to work
guttin fish and sweeping the shack but dey say it wasn't in dere
contract. Dey probably think they too good ta skin nutrias I caught las'night.
Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do cher? Thibideaux had to borrow the
Lutcher ferry to carry dem jumpin twits you call Lords a Leapin across the bayou. As
soon as dey gots here dey wanted a tea break with crumpets. I doan know what dat
means but I says, "Well La Di Da. You get Chicory coffee or nuttin." Mon Dieu, Emile.
What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos? Dey too snooty for fried nutria, and de cows done
eat my turnip greens.
Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind! If de mailman don't kill you, I
will fer sure. Today he deliver 10 half nakid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said dey
be "Ladies Dancin" but dey doan act like no ladies in front of dose Limey fruits. Dey
almos lef after one of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by da out house. I had to
butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde an get toilet paper. The Sears catalog wasn't
good enuf fer dose hoity toity lord's royal behin'.
Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, Where y=at? Cheerio an' pip pip. Your 11 pipers
piping arrives today from de House of Blues, second linin= as dey got
off de boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jambalaya, finished da
whiskey and we having a fais do do. Da new mailman he drink a bottle
of Jack Daniels an he having a good time yeah dancing with de floozies. Thibideaux he
jump off de Sunshine Bridge yesterday, screaming your name. If you get a mysterious,
ticking package in de mail, doan open it no.
Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not your true love
anymore, no. After da fais do do, I spent de night with Jacque, de
head piper (he put won of dose friggin golden rings in his ear, yeah!) We decide to open
a restaurant and gentleman's club on de bayou. The floozies, pardon me, Ladies Dancin,
can make $20 for a table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park de boats.
Since de maids have no more cows ta milk, I trained dem ta set my crab traps,watch
my trotlines, an run my shrimping business. We probably gross a million clams nex year,
I garontee!!
Joyeaux Noel - Merry Christmas!
