Corrida de toros
Bullfight
Gapes around the silent arena
Tis inside bugle trumpets bull call
Tis of wild angry soundings foot
Bounds and spurns the angry mighty
Brute, first run in the sand pit, fro and
Fro!
His angry tail and eye red dilated glow
And thee stop in colour less blind show
Away behind the picadors cowardly door
Prepare the javelin spears bloody go!
Tis of the skill with well timed groups
And bandarillors veers of his mad steer
Matadors red cloaks Spanish crowds all
cheer,
on foams the mighty brave bull, unscathed as he goes streams of blood
From his flank the red torrant attacks
Clear!? Picadors lancers fly but blind
Horses shy and spears passes By, and
Distracted by his feeble throw thy woes
The crowd let him know.
Tis again and again one gallent brave
Bulls gory chest revealed his life a panting source, and of thy foiled and
Bloody shame in the centre sand pit
He stays, in there custom made golden
Suits and red cloaks bloody show piece
Paid.
Blade to strike the neck and the spine
A matador red cape behind hides the
deadly weapon lies wraps his eye of
The bulls thundering cries and that is
His last breath and dies!
O tis the mighty bull is piled sweet site,,,
For vulgar eyes, for speed the spurns,,,,,
Of the dead swiftly cowards shy away to
Hide.
Pulling the dead beast gravely behind Tis a shame to see the mighty bull dashing by,!!
