The Unfortunate End of Miguel the Matador - Pig with the Face of a Boy

Miguel the matador’s prowess was second to none

With a cape and a sword, so adored in the afternoon sun

Year upon year they would cheer for the star of the ring

But it meant not a thing

He felt no excitement, a searing indictment

On quite how dull it was to win

Again and again and again and again

As the rage of youth faded he jadedly jabbed at the beast

And he yearned for the hour when sourly, he would head east

To the place one entreats the girls from the streets

For unusual feats

He treated them finely with dinner and wine

Took them out to the best brasseries

A debonair chap, with a doff of his cap he could put

Pretty girls at their ease

So after politely declining their favours

It helped if the lady was large

He dressed them in leather, adorned them with horns

Braced himself and shouted Charge!

Miguel the matador met an unfortunate end

When Georgina, a greenhorn in whoring went quite round the bend

She was blind in one eye, so no depth could perceive

And Miguel was naïve

He screamed and insisted she cease and desist

But she thought it was all just pretend

Georgina’s green horn could no more be torn

From Miguel’s unfortunate end

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