Ana y los Juegos

Dear Ana Bottle,

 I just hallucinate Little cucumbers with your discourse. I just can say “shit yourself ,little parrot” and “the mother who gave birth to you”!

I know it is not turkey mucus to talk in English, but, sincerely, you have more face than back, you should go to fry asparagus or to throw a white hair into the air. You are a morning singer, a ball-toucher, and also your wing sings.

Yes, you look like Peter by his house when you speak English and, thus, put me of bad milk.

So, I don´t tell you anything and I tell you everything: don´t you eat my pot, and please go shitting milks out of this country, to the fifth pine, to sleep the monkey female or to another thing butterfly, because, -send eggs!!- we were too few and grandmother gave birth! You are always giving the note. Did anybody teach you that in a shut mouth flies do not enter?

You are the milk! And a cock in vinegar!

I am leaving now. Otherwise, I will mount a chicken, but specially because it´s falling the octopus one.

Let a lightning split you!

Attentively,

            Oxford University