Into the amphitheatre
Leaving the crowds to roar
With prowess and might
he appeared, the amateur
And in came the bull
Followed by the picador
Terror struck their spine
Including the matador
But he was prepared
To face this polemy
Let alone to counter the beast
His thrust was gleamy
Performing stunts
To entertain the swarm
And the professionals
Awe struck at the charm
A tiny lapse
And the hold was gone
A moment later
He was torn
The thrust, the show and
the prowess now in vain
He sobbed, coz of the horns?No!
Hunger induced more pain!
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