I found myself in the unfortunate position of being in the French Quarter one year when Southern Decadence was going on. Actually, I was trying to get through the Quarter and to the bus station, to get back to Little Rock for the weekend. It was weird, no women anywhere. I wrote this:
I’m the only girl in the Quarter tonight
That should be a delight
But something’s not right
Can’t get no attention from all these gents
On a weekend they call Southern Decadence.
Could never finish it, but it makes its point.
You might carry on by pointing out how things would differ on a lesbian night....
Makes the point quite well and poetically!