Patricia Mccormic Bullfighter

Patricia McCormic – Bullfighter A bull, a sword, a big red cape A cheering crowd, a girly shape She was the first back in her day A Matador, the best they’d say At least among the girls back then For until her, they were all men Not just a girl, a Yankee to boot Dressed up in a manly suit She fought 300 bulls or more And only six times did bulls gore But once the gore was so severe They thought her end was very near A priest came out to give “last rites” After one of her losing fights And he issued one last order Let her die north of the border But she survived to fight again And faced those bulls with her girly grin This courageous girl would stand With just the red cape in her hand The bulls would charge, she wouldn’t flinch As the bulls passed by within an inch She’d end the dance with the coup de gras Amid the “Bravos” and “Hurrahs” For ten years she endured The thought of getting skewered By bulls that she engaged within the ring Now her thoughts are so much lighter She’s a teacher, she’s a writer As bullfighting no longer is her thing Another true story from the web