🎠Mardi Gras Visitor
A blue‑skinned wanderer drifts down Bourbon Street, Antennae humming softly to the brass band’s beat. She trades moon‑rocks for beads with a shimmering grin, And learns that on Earth, joy is a carnival sin.
She twirls through the revelers, weightless and free, Neon lights dancing off her like a deep‑space sea. And for one wild night under star‑dusted skies, Mardi Gras crowns the alien queen in disguise.
Comments
Post a Comment