The Spanish women don’t wear slacks
Because their hips are too enormous.
‘Tis true each bulbous bosom lacks
No inspiration that should warm us;
But how our ardor seems to freeze
When we behold their bulgy knees!
Their starry eyes and dusky hair,
Their dazzling teeth in smile so gracious,
I love, but oh I wish they were
Not so confoundedly curvacious.
I’m sure I would prefer them willowy,
Instead of obviously pillowy.
It may be that they’re plump because
The caballeros like them that way;
Since men are lean and Nature’s laws
Of contrast sway them to the fat way:
For few their dames as much adore, as
The señors love their sleek señoras.
Well, each according to his taste.
The dons prefer their women lardy,
But me, I likes a tiny waist,
And breast that fits a hand that’s hardy:
In short, my bottom money backs
The baby who looks well in slacks.