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~The Running Of The Bull~
(Rhyme)


This man was running quick and others like him
chased by a ferocious bull
Many others men and women were doing the same
but so many didn't pull
Through, people were just screaming and shouting
Scared but running still
Every year a lot of people come to this village
or town in Spain and do this just for a thrill
I can't understand why they risk their lives
so foolishly doing this sort of thing
Many people get serious injuries and some get
killed while others to life barely cling
I feel so sorry for the poor bull too that sometimes
gets butchered because it doesn't stay clear
In Spain we know that many bulls are trained for this
well known event that takes place every year
These people have been doing this perhaps for centuries
and want to provide what they see as just
lots of entertainment and fun
But this spectacle to me personally is not, what kind
of fun is to see locals and tourists
running in the streets to save their lives under the sun
Many tourists are so ill prepared they don't know anything
till it hits them in the head right then
It's not a joke to see masses of people yelling and
screaming in terror and fear
Some folks fall and others get their butts picked up
by horns and kicked on the ground by the very
angry charging bull near
People can't seem to run faster and so many of them
leave behind their own shoes
Some even drop their cell phones and some their own clothes
come undone as they cry and sing the blues
You see all sort of stuff happening and all is crazy
I think all these people are just dumb
Doing something like that is just plain stupid
and they say they just do it for the fun and
to the thrills they just succumb
That's what they think till some end in a hospital
very hurt with broken bones and ribs or plain dead
Some receive worse injuries like in their heads
and lungs, some people never
recover they didn't have time to had fled
This is not really an sport but are playing with fire
when they risk their live doing this silly game true
I wish that one day they quit doing it
because the poor bull sometimes gets sacrificed too
people get hurt and a some unfortunate ones
will never get to see another beautiful day.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014


September,28.2014


These are true facts in places like in, Pamplona, Spain.



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