Ay, Que Dolo!

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