Daniel De Culla Poet Burlesque

KEYS TO THE CHASTIT Y BELT

Flying over my mother's village
Ontiñena (Huesca), Spain
Riding a winged donkey
I see her sitting on her balcony
Dreaming of a gentleman
Who will court her with good intentions
While she embroiders sheets
For the day she gets married.
A young lad has passed by
One of those with bad intentions
Who said to her:
-Beautiful, I'd sleep with you.
He suddenly went inside
And her mother asked her:
-Daughter, who is that boy who's been courting you?
-Mother, that boy is nobody
He's "Cachalunas," the blacksmith's son
Who wears ripped trousers
And isn't quite right in the head
Because he parades his  in the street
With more beard than the barber's face
Singing like a bailiff:
-My  is for a woman
Not for a man.
-You know, daughter
As your two brothers and sister know
That you will marry
Whoever your father says.
While she was saying these words
The husband arrived.
Upon opening the door to the dining room
He went at once
Towards the balcony overlooking the street
Because he saw that the blacksmith's son
Was trying to jump over it.
And he said to him in a bad mood:
-Cachalunas, come down to the street right now
Or I'll grab you by the hair
And drag you to Skull Hill
Where I'll tie you naked to a tree
So the crows will come
And peck out your eyes.
Cachalunas turned pale
And when he let go
He hit the ground hard
As he fell, he kept saying:
-Sir, I've had a fever
And while walking down the street
I came across some silver keys
That I thought were
From your daughter's chastity belt
That's why I brought them to you.

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