Matrimonio

So much time she has run for the Marriage Prize
For catching a good husband and being able to retire,
She's got water in her knees from praying to Saint Anthony.
And tried twenty ways to lose weight.
She always had her clothes ready in the closet
Scented with lavender, because it instills chastity,
A hundred cooking recipes dictated by the radio.
And a spoiled doll from a charity bazaar.
 
I don't know what happened,
That the husband so longed for,
He's turned out to be more tired
Than a mateo at the station.
I don't know what happened,
So much "chic" in the shop window,
And it was a random fabric
That when it was washed it shrunk.
 
What an ending!
Norma's is a rose,
Compared to the tile
That she trod on for her wrong...
What an ending!
If in Cupid there is aim,
With his arrow he would put it
In the Tiro Federal.
 
She gets up earlier than when she was a single woman
And no longer listens to novels that make her sigh,
Today she sighs in the kitchen when she hangs up the skimmer...
And dances the mambo when she has to wax.
She doesn't go to the shop windows anymore, to look at the models
And she's been around four times in her civilian dress,
So be careful, my friends, when fishing for the hubby.
Because every catfish that comes out, even the piolín, is bitten.