Or is that Jambalaya and me?
The whole night through
she tormented we.
.
As I lay in bed
she slowly traversed.
She kicked and she burned,
With a Cajun spice curse.
I could trace her path,
Each twist and turn,
By the angst in my gut,
The pain and the burn.
So from my tale
There is a lesson to learn,
No more Cajun at night
No matter how much you yearn.
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