The Bull and the Boot

Beautiful Sevilla with narrow streets
Lined with tables of tapas and other eats
Senoritas mincing between the chairs
Of admiring hombres and their senora’s glares

The sweet scent of orange flows from trees
Buzzing with the sound of busy bees
Children play in traditional dresses
Glistening hair bouncing in tresses

Bands play all along the street
Classic with flamenco a different beat
Quartets and quintets play treble and bass
As couples stroll at a romantic pace

It is Corpus Christi a fiesta date
Revelry in the streets till very late
The bars full till overflowing
Vino tinto setting many cheeks aglowing

The day is over the night is spent
Back to work a little bent
Time to leave this gracious city
By plane to fly to nearby Italy

Plane is late and luggage slow
Catch the train in Bologna now
Train is crowded and carriages closed
When we’ll arrive heaven knows

Toilets few with queues many
Passengers needing to spend a penny
Glum faces wait till the flush
Brings their relief in a rush

Poppies red of Flander’s fame
Unlike the dead to grow again
Fill the fields next to grain
Blurred from the Modena train

Gracious Modena is here now
Luggage offloaded with a sweating brow
Taxi rank empty a while
Passengers waiting in single file

Two nations move at a different pace
Spain mixing pleasure with grace
Italy is much more about style
With everything taking a little while