Let’s take us a Sunday drive to the Cafe du Monde down in Nawlins, where the biegnets and the bullies are distinguishably indistinguishable!
And where schnozzes have no faux pauses.
Where there is glurping and glomping and burping and chomping.
And, sooner or later, I suppose,
Milk shoots outta their nose.
I don’t want to wear a bib. I would look silly.
“Every weekend my mom and dad take my bully brother and sister, Ms. Money Penny and Jack Bower, to Cafe du Monde to have coffee and beignets! This is how they roll!” -Tara B.