Best Pamplona Poems

The running of the bulls in Pamplona
Is part of the San Fermin Festival
What excitement awaits the mayor’s call
To win accolades is “muy bona”
Escaping bull’s piercing horns  is daring
Runners like the danger they are sharing
They seek prize, adulations “corona”....

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BLOOD OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and bound so tight so men could see her there.

Her mounds of flesh and cleavage turned each head
they didn't know to...

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In Pamplona at the Running of the Bulls folks will cheer,
stampeding through the Spanish city as fast as they go.
The great kick some people get running with bulls in the rear
may be a matador’s dream, but it’s one I’ll forego.

In nightmares I’m racing, feeling the...

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GIRL OF PAMPLONA
We dined where Papa shined his cutlery
to rid the spots before a lunchtime fare
she dressed in red, her cloak no bull could see
and bound so tight so men could see her there.

Her mounds of flesh and cleavage turned each head
they didn't know to...

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