MAURICES COUSINS



I gonna tell yo bout dem two dum cousins I got. Dey names be Gaston and Henri Boudreux.
Dey frum my mamas side o de fambly, you know. and dey dum as a possum tryin tu cross de hiway
Won o dese days, de gonna en up in de jail house, I garontee.

Gaston done told me bout dem goin up tu Beaux Bridge las Satty nite for de fais do do at Mullates danc hall.Ol Henri Lebec dun sold dem tre bottles o dat walla wine an you know whut dat stuff can do tu yo brain.
I don tink dey hav much brain to mess up enyway, you know.

On de way bac to Bayou Pompideux, dey dun see dis pig walkin down de hiway, lak he wus goin sum place.
Gaston say, Henri, we gonna giv dat pig a lif an brought him down tu Bayou Pompideux wif us an invite him tu a barbecue, I garontee.
Now Henri gotta little mo sense dan his brudder, so he say, Gaston you fool,dat pig belong to sumbody roun here an dey put yo in de jail hous when you steal dat pig.
Gaston say, now Henri, I dun mak up my mind an can tast dem ribs awreddy.Mais oui!
So dey sets dat pig tween dem on de fron seat o de pickup an broughts dem self tu Bayou Pompideux.
Dat Gaston wuz goin licky de split down dat hiway an sho nuff, dem hiway patrolsmen dun say, Mais, look at dem fools speedin dere. We gonna gets dem, I garontee.

Henri dun look in de mirror an see dem blue lites a flashin an say, Gaston, yo dam fool, now we gonna spend de nite in de jailhous fo sure.
Now Gaston say, hush up brudder an puts yo cote round dat pig an yo ball cap on dat pigs hed an be polite to dem policemens when dey stop us.
Won o dem policemans walk up tp Gastons windo and sez, whuts yo name boy? I Gaston Boudreux, sir, frum Bayou Pompideux and dis are my two brudders. So de policemans rite down
"Gaston Boudreux".
He look across de fron seat and sez, you over dere, whuts yo name boy? I Henri Boudreux, sir. De policemans rite down,
"Henri Boudreux".
Den de policemans take a long look, at de won in de middle, and say, you in de middle, whuts yo name boy? Now Gaston poke dat pig reel good in de ribs an dat pig say "OINK".
De Policemans jus shake his hed and rite down
"Oink Boudreux"

Den de policemans sez, yo boys gets yo butts on down to Bayou Pompideux an don be speedin tru here no mo. Ol Gaston sez yessir, Mr. Policemans, I do dat rat now.

Dat policemans walk back to his car an tells his podna, Now, I seen sum ugly cajuns befo, but Mais, dat Oink Boudreaux, he gotta be de uglist cajun I ever did seen, I garontee. 1