A thirty-two pound sack of crawfish I call mudbugs
The Cajun aroma of garlic, pepper, onion, and a plethora of spices
Hit me in the face seasonings went up my nose grabbed me
And led me down the hall
I’m going to be sick I know I will try and eat them all
Boiling water and vapored spices of steam
Pinch me I feel like I’m in a dream
Just as I saw them before the delightful cuisine
If one did pinch me that would be mean
On the stove the pot is huge eighty quarts filled to the brim
Yes, Yes I will eat all of them
St Patrick’s Day March Easter April Memorial Day May Father’s Day June
Only a short harvest makes this mudbug season end so soon.
Latoya Samuel is a Student at Lone Star College.