Poetry

Grandfather With Ass Head

In Burgos capital

Inhabits a young couple

With two precious children

The most beautiful in the neighborhood.

Like the smallest

He is still small

Donkey-headed grandfather

Take the older one for a walk

Less than two years old.

When the child wants to see ducks

They go down to the bank of the river

Arlanzón for more details.

If you want water from the source

They go to Las Fuentecillas

Next to the children’s park.

If you want to fish

Fish, ducks or spiders

All of them plastic

They go round the fountain

From the Plaza de la Tesla.

One day the mother

She went out to run errands

And the father stayed home

Without lifting the head of the mobile

Grandpa felt like

To pee and poop

Holding the child by one hand

And, with the other, the car

Guiding the child

Even his house.

If the kid will be ready!

They entered home

With the child without sitting in the car

And he, the donkey-headed grandfather

With that load of shit that he carried

And that urge to urinate

He said to her in a hoarse voice like a Donkey:

Precious boy, be still

Do not move

That I am going to pee

Where your mom hasn’t taken you yet.

The boy stood still

While grandpa got ready to shit

With the door open

Thundering all over the house

Ringing a few holes

That looked like dragons

Or a terrible beast

That he was after many garments

Saying to himself:

-It’s a pity that it gets lost

So much thunder and so much shit.

If it gets lost it gets lost

I’m not going back for it.

When another day comes

I’ll shit again and again

And if not, I go without it

Or I go to the river bank.

These thunders

They left the son-in-law ugly

Making him put down his cell phone

And go for the child

That he was going for the rabbit

What, in the kitchen cage

Dream good herb.

-My mother, partner

He told her

As soon as she entered the door.

The door open and farting!

There is the grandfather!

What a lack of respect!

Your father has the head of an ass

Like Thartac

God of the Heveos.

If not, I can not understand it.

 

~Daniel de Culla

Burgos, Spain

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