Here you will find the Poem LOTTE A CASA (Lot At Home) of poet Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Cor zu' bravo sbordone a manimanca, Du' pellegrini a or de vemmaria Cercaveno indov'era l'osteria, Perc'uno aveva male in d'una cianca. Ce s'incontra er zor Lotte, e je spalanca Er portone dicenno: "A casa mia" E loro je risposeno: "Per dia Dimani sarai fio de l'oca bianca". Quelli ereno du' angeli, fratello, Che ar vedelli passà li Ghimorrini Se sentinno addrizzà tutti l'ucello. E arrivonno a strillà, fiji de mulo: "Lotte, mannece giù li pellegrini, Che ce serveno a noi pe daje in culo". English With a staff in their left hand, Two pilgrims at midnight Were looking for the tavern Because one of them had an aching leg. They met Lot, who opened for them His door, saying: "Come to my home". They replied: "By God, Tomorrow you will be a privileged man". Those were two angels, brother, Who, passing by, made the people of Gomorrah [2] Grow sexually excited [3] . And those bastards even shouted: "Lot, send us the pilgrims, We need them for having sex" [4] .