Dona Josefina has thrown my goat <br />out onto the calle El Fez-- <br />Ay! The menu of pain is as big <br />as a queen-sized aha umbrella. <br /> <br />The lolita from the barrio chino licks <br />the sellos and then my luau-- <br />there is a hint of ajo from Ab-derabad, <br />with periodos of adages and lapis lazuli. <br /> <br />I have known the fonda of Dona Josefina, <br />the jetty of her hips, under the veil <br />of her mild protests where pigs and lox <br />do mix in a yodel of ah-do-do-dah. <br /> <br />The lolita from the barrio chino is a rider <br />of net gains and bronze sea snakes-- <br />she holds a baroque club in one hand <br />and ma of mana from a mouse in the other.<br /><br />Nick Carbo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ay-que-dolo/
