Arrogant hornless bull from farm roots
Dressing in dapper gentlemanly tweed suits
Topping his shirt with a gorgeous striped tie
Some of the cows in the pen say “my oh my!”
What is it about a suit? The blue collared bull asks.
Upset with their feminine wiles, his face is not masked.
He gives the hornless bull a nod with his mean hoof.
Do not ask me for a selfie, for I have no evidence or proof.
A fool matador by name of El Cid
Could not control either ego or id
Turned his back on the bull
Felt a rude tug, hard pull
Two horns split his tights down the seams, they did
One should never turn his back on a bull
Unless, of course, one's extremely skillful
Bulls are fierce and large
For certain they'll charge
Just to get a yummy good bellyful
~ B.B. and G.W. ~
All around the horn and neatly placed inside.
A battle of the fittest, a chance to seek a bride.
The mythical Cornucopia, a consecrated piece.
Sought by all the Gods, a broken horn from a beast.
A cheat became a bull, a legacy now it warns.
If you mess with the bull will you get or take its horns?
Maybe it came from Zeus the answers not quite clear.
I just set mine on the table with some turkey and a beer.
It might be filled with fruit depending on beliefs.
In Colorado it might be pot to give some good relief.
However, it got its start, it’s now a symbol and very trendy.
Whomever may possess one will live a life that’s good and plenty.
Cornucopia Poetry Contest for Kai Michael Neumann
5-10-20
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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
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