There’s an air of excitement
Amongst most cultured of Spain
Centred around a little hamlet
On the Andalusian Plain.
They are arriving by the plane load,
Helicopter, and even limousine
For the opening performance of
An event never ever before seen.
It’d the Ballerina, late of Barnsley
And her dance partner the Toreador
Who, after months of rehearsal
Are now ready to take the floor.
Every seat has been pre-sold,
Every planned performance full,
For the much awaited Ballet
Sugar Plum Fairy Meets the Bull
The costumes are a mixture
Of Tutus and Suits of Light,
The music is traditional except
During the Finale Bull Fight,
When the orchestra fades down
As though heard from afar
To be quickly replaced by
Massed Flamenco guitar.
The reviews have been amazing
From the international press
Invited to a short preview
In full costume and dress.
Charles the Third and His Consort
Have just entered through the doors,
We leave as the curtain rises to
Thunderous, rapturous applause.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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