Healthy, Healthy, Frogs Little Tail
The child, my
friend, of an honest widow
Hit his head
For not looking
and tripping
Over a foal
Against his door
handle.
Cry that cry
When his mother
heard him
She has come to
his aid saying:
What happened,
my child?
Have you hit
your head?
The boy, as he
could not
He has let me
speak:
-Madam, Filomeno
has come home
Pretending to
ride
A runaway foal
Tripping over a
stick
What has crossed
its path
The same thing
that happened to me
The other day
When I made me
ride
A crazy horse
Stepping on a
banana peel
That made me
slip
And hit my
forearm
Although its
already cured.
Filomeno's
mother
That she is a
great mom
Has taken his
head
Giving him a
kiss on the bump
Passing the
tongue
Telling him, as
she passes his tongue:
-Healthy,
healthy, little frog's ass
if you do not get healthy today
You wll be
healthy tomorrow.
And, again,
don't act the foal
And you the
horse
Look where you
step!
Because you can
break
That stupid head
That you both
have
One next day.
Hot Plate In Your Ass
It always caught
my attention
This small
device
With a circular
grid
Electric in its
center
What is used to
warm up
That my mother
and sister
Were placed
between the legs
The days when it
was very cold
In Madrid
capital
Since, in our
house
There was no
heating
And, yes, an
iron stove
Firewood and not
coal
Installed in the
dining room
With smoke
outlet
Through a
billowing tube
Towards the
interior court.
-Mother, how
cold it is.
My ass is
frozen.
-Put this Hot
Plate, daughter
Between the legs
When I have
warmed up.
-But how do we
feel
So cold in our
mussel or clam?
-It is natural,
daughter.
-Our clam or
mussel
Have to be cool
For when the
sailor
Future lover or
husband
Come fishing.
- Leave me the
Hot Plate, mother.
-Here is, pretty
daughter
Be careful not
to burn yourself.
-Now I really
have it warm!
I feel like a
devil
Tried to catch
it.
-Let him try
Well, with a
fart you fart
He will escape
instantly.
How did you meet
father?
-I knew him, my
daughter
When, young
I went to the hardware store
To buy a set of
keys.
He had bought a
Hot Plate
For his mother.
He looked at me
smiling.
He stuck his
tongue out at me
With gestures of
wanting to suck me.
When I asked:
-Who is that Hot
Plate for?
He answered me
kindly:
-It's for my
father
That want to
give it to my mother
Well he loves to
tell her:
- Take this Hot
Plate
So you can cook
that mussel
And be prepared
For the dinner
of Love.
I loved what he
said
And I invited
him to go out with me
For one day to
come
In which he buys
me
A lovely Hot
Plate
Because kisses
will be sweeter
And warmer with
it.
Jack, Horse And King
I had done
weights that afternoon and
On the fly
In one jump
I stood next to
a beautiful lady
What did the
race do
And she looked
like a sultana
Gang Boss Lover
When leaving the
Gym.
One of those
bad-intentioned gentlemen passed by
Similar to a
Tongeleto or pilgrim:
He was Vilagomez
Dealer of
trinkets at the market
On Sundays, in
Carmen.
He has told her:
-Beautiful lady
I would sleep
with you.
I have hugged my
Xuquel or dog
Called Yaque
And I told him:
-If my dog
doesn't bite you on the buttock
It put a curse
on you.
The this lady's
hole
Today I like it.
Standing in
these words
The beautiful
lady changed color.
She told us:
-Do you both have
a fever?
In my bed, which
is made of string
Which Ratchet
There is room
for both.
Vilagomez was
shocked
Because he had
lost all his money
At Bingo
And he felt like
a “three under”
Or Donkey.
Without knowing
him, I tell him:
-I lend you
money
Because I've
never had a threesome.
In an oversight
Greed tempting
Vilagomez
This, when I was
paying him
The agreed money
With the
beautiful lady
He snatched her
purse
Which criminal
Trincón
Careless
Running along
the Paseo de la Isla.
-I don't want
sex anymore
I've lost my
desire, I told her.
While she let
herself be tempted
Tempt
Groping the
tits.
-No problem, she
told me.
I have lost the
keys
From the biggest
chest
And your carnal
lockpick is of no use to me.
Today I will
sleep with a Já
Woman that she
comes
From the
mountains of León.
-Daniel de Culla
DANIEL DE CULLA
DANIEL DE CULLA: Writer, poet, painter
and photographer. Member of the Collegiate Association of Spanish Writers,
Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International
Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, Nietzsche Circle and
others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review and Robespierre Review. He has
participated in numerous Poetry and Theater Festivals, has collaborated and
collaborates with various magazines and newspapers such as: Otoliths; The Stray
Branch, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Allien Buddha Zine, The Poet Magazine,
Uppagus, ReSite, GloMag, Fleas on the Dog, LAROLA, RAL'M, Misery Tourism,
Leavings, The Creative Zine, Terror House Press; and other national ones: Pluma
y Tintero, Letras de Parnaso, Revista Azahar, Cultura de Veracruz;
Vericuetos, Sol Cultural Center, etc.
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