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
Sunday, June 05, 2005
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2 comments:
Here is the review of your poem:
http://cafecafepoetry.blogspot.com/2005/06/fried-nihilism-too-much-writing-rota.html
i think it's a great poem too
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