FETE AND WONDERS

The fish washed up 
in La Brea today
And sprawled out
On the Sea Shore

The Laughing gulls

Hang out and over

like drunken fish

On the water’s edge

Point Fortin is on 

a  high they say

And might pass out

on this dance floor

But the saga 

Must continue
Because South 

parties are the best!

One party popper

With his fishermen friends

Tried to make a big scene

But he was uninvited

and organizers think

he’s mean

So, let the music play

And what happens
In this fete,

let it stay!

And we’ll pay homage

In the future

For this century, long day

If, we're sober

Copyright©2018 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

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