Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón

The poet Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón
Spends all day playing balero
With his head stuck in a drawer
A closed drawer with no holes

The poet Ocorbojón wonders
Why he can never win at balero
He says he can't see anything through the drawer
And he can never aim for the hole

But one day the poet Ocorbojón
Hit a shot in balero
But with his head in the drawer
He didn't see it and that's why they shout at him uglier

And the poet Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón
Never knew he had hit the balero
He died and they put him in a drawer
A closed drawer with no holes

Many people accuse the poet Ocorbojón
Of masturbating in a crude way
But those who make that accusation
Do it daily and meticulously

At least the poet Ocorbojón
Hit a shot in balero
And long ago he came to the conclusion
That he doesn't care if they shout at him: Wanker!