Sunday, June 05, 2005

El Culo de Bettie

Miss Betty Haas bent over to fix the flat
on her Model T while on the way to church,
ay, dios mio, el culo de Bettie tan chulo,

there was a nail in her tire.
Oh, no, she broke a fingernail on the Goodyear,
but, oh, my god, what a fine rear.

All the men driving by
almost rear-ended the cars in front
because they were driving with her backside.

Imagine yourself there, like that tire without air,
her fingers on your nuts,
turning each one counter-clockwise

until she’s finally done
and pulls the jack off---
the hot, deflated tire in her trunk.

Please disqualify me from the contest
because while I was looking at her ass
I was sneaking a peek at her breasts!

(c)2005 by el culero

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Here is the review of your poem:
http://cafecafepoetry.blogspot.com/2005/06/fried-nihilism-too-much-writing-rota.html

666poetry-finchnot said...

i think it's a great poem too