Daniel De Culla Poet Idyll (Idyl)

DAISY STAINS

DAISY STAINS
Poor Daniel, so nice
Even when he was young
He made his bed
On telephone directories.
At the foot of his bed
Hanging from the ceiling
A Serrano ham
That cured at the end of winter.
His mattress looked like a hammock
From so much masturbation
That his mother thought it was
Because he brought to his bed
His best friend's daughter
Whose name is Grindelia Pulchella.
When his mother asked him
What those yellow stains were
That covered the sheets
He answered
That they were from the daisies
That he and his friend's daughter
Happily plucked the petals from
In a game of "he loves me, he loves me not"
Laughing out loud.
One day, when a glow
His mother saw leaving her room
She entered and saw her son
Putting his own cock
Into the throat of his arsehole
She was amazed
For she thought it measured
A yard and a half
Worthy of enjoying eternal glory.
She, compassionate, said to him:
-Son, I don't know why 
Many more maidens don't come to you.
Cheerfully, Daniel answered her:
-Mother, yes they do.
Look how two spheres of asses
Like tailless birds
Who are both called Daisies
Split like watermelons at a glance
Escape through the window.
-Now, son, stay
With the four angels
Who guard your bed
And take care not to hit them
With your cock in the face.

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