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