New Orleans

There's a city 

Not that pretty 

Some peeps be like "thats a pity" 

 

But it's lit 

Every bit 

Full of good times and of wit

 

They got game

Got no shame

Some go down, some go to fame

 

Football's famous 

Talk to Jameis

Rap and bounce are what their fame is

 

Food's on fire 

Music's hotter

Party all night never tire

 

Lil Wayne

He's the man 

Raise your hand if you're a fan

 

Soul Rebels 

They are hot

Playin all night they don't stop

 

Who Dat Nation 

Boo and cheer 

While you're at it grab a beer

 

Mardi Gras 

And King Cake 

French Quarter's bangin its not fake

 

504 

Party more 

Friends and family at your door

 

Got their own 

Way of talkin

Foreigners be caught gawkin

 

Let the Good...

Good times roll

That's the motto

Young and old

 

New Orleans

That's it's name 

Come and visit with no shame

This poem is about: 
My community

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