Daniel De Culla Poet Burlesque

A MINI TREBUCHET

I remember the day I was invited
By the guys from "El Conejo" Ranch in Columbus, Ohio (USA)
To participate in the thousand and one orgasms
That a certain Erin, a resident whore, was going to receive
Who was very hot
So that I could reach the bar that was at nine hundred
Achieved by a different whore.
I wanted to prepare myself and go well
Like a real man
That's why I invited a couple of friends
To the "Zafiro" motel-brothel in Burgos
So they could give their opinion on me
If I was in good shape.
They both slept with whores
I couldn't please mine
Nor dishonor her  dishonored a thousand times over.
She laughed at my 
And stuck her tongue out at me.
As I told her while I was trying to  her
That I was going to Ohio, Columbus (USA)
To have sex with a renowned whore
She burst out laughing, mocking me, saying:
-But where are you going, you simpleton
With this mini trebuchet, this little slingshot
This sperm-launcher
To besiege a Mount of Venus
Of a used whore?
Your  is like Greek fire
That sets the besieged  ablaze
And only shoots white balls of sperm
That break into a thousand pieces
When they hit the lips.
I'm telling you the truth:
-Forget about going to Ohio, Columbus (USA)
Because you're not going to pass the test
Because you're not the right size.
But you can come see me whenever you want
Because my  enjoys you
And I won't charge you more than the cost of a drink.
If I didn't start crying
It's because my two friends came over
Seeing me already dressed
With the face of a defeated and submissive man.
Seeing me in such a sad state, they asked me:
-But how did it go?
-Badly, I answered.
I decided not to go to Ohio
Because I'm not good enough to sleep with
A beautiful and renowned whore.
Look at my little trebuchet, my little trebuchet
That serves as my witness
And this whore I've been with
With her eyes has been witness
That I'm not good enough
And she's the one who convinced me.
In the coldness of the moment
My two friends shuddered
Starting to cry with me
Because my little trebuchet sad and faded
Couldn't water flowers or lilies
And much less a renowned pussy.
Meanwhile, in the background
The whore I'd been with was smiling
Because she'd tasted the scent of the bud
Without having swallowed it.

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