The Bull is Free

The grand Plaza del Toro was full
Crowded with people ready to see
The colourful matador kill the bull
Or if it is great, the bull to free

The deep round arena was empty
White sand glaring in the noon sunlight
Soon to be covered with gore aplenty
The bull’s blood, flowing red and bright

First through the gate rode the toreadors
Pecadillos raised ready to score
From the crowd came a deafening roar
When in strode the celebrated matador

Then black and angry the bull came
Horns so sharp, ready to maim
Standing tall, waiting to kill
The bright matador’s blood to spill

The pecadillos pricked the bull with pain
The matador swirled with his red cape
To weaken the bull, its anger tame
Till defeated it stood with no escape

Pass after pass the matador made
The bull not tiring, making the grade
The more the crowd roared, the stronger it became
For when it died there would be no shame.

The matador tired with passes less frequent
Still the brave bull would not relent
The roar from the crowd began to subside
Admiring the bull in its blood covered pride

The time came for the coup de grace
For the bull it was the final pass
The matador turned to the President
It’s time to kill, the bull is spent

The crowd roared louder than before
The bull is great, we want more
Let this great toro be freed
So many brave sons it can breed

The President stood, heeding their cries
The matador bowed, then knelt in surprise
When the thumbs up sign was given
The bull will live, for he has striven

From the bloody arena the bull is led
Still strong despite so much blood shed
To live long in paddocks green
To breed more sons just as mean

But alas this was not to be
For modern technology would decree
The next day with a shot the bull would die
Its seeds stored for ever for use with AI.

The tale of the fight would be told that night
Respect for the toro and all its might
Tomorrow its tail would be on a plate
Bought by the senor to impress his date.