OLE!

SAMANTHA-FERNANDO-SALVADOR

A Tale of Tail and Oratorio

By Izzy Ess of Messiness

Samantha Elvis Eloise la Salle

Contrived to ring the bell of Salvador,

The matador who dazzled her on Sunday

Afternoon in Old Madrid’s bull-fighting

Ring when he did fling the frightened bull

An hundred feet, or so, to save the life

Of his compatriot, Juan Pedro Lopez,

Threatened by Fernando Toro, angry

Bull around the town.  In fact, Fernando

Had run through two matadors, the other

Week, with gorings that were gory and

So bloody that the audiences had

To leave the stands and go outside and barf.

Suffice to say, Fernando fell in love

With Salvador, the Matador, and had

To fight with Sam for Salvador’s affections.

It was a sight, on Monday, when both Sam

And our Fernando vied for Salvo’s thrusts.

When Sam won out, Fernando looked dejected

When rejected and he dropped his head

In sadness.  Salvo saw his opportunity

And thrust his sword into Fernando’s

Heart so deep that Fernie dropped quite dead

And had to have his head detached to get

Him to the truck which carted him away

To Bully Heaven and the slaughterhouse

Which made him into tasty, fresh, new hamburger.

Samantha, naked by that time,

Accepted Salvador’s great thrusting with

His manly weapon, while the cheering crowd

Commenced to shout, “Ole!” in rhythmic unison,

To match the thrusting of our Salvador.

The manager announced that every Monday,

Sam and Salvo would repeat their actions

For ten pesetas, each, plus one for every

Thrust and counter-thrust.  Madrid drew crowds

From everywhere, in Spain, to see our Sam

And Salvo do a striptease and a Dance

Of Love, the Horizontal Hat Dance, eh?

“Ole!” they’d shout and pay their hard-earned money

For the thrilling, chilling, killing of

Decorum and civility.  Amen!

Samantha and her Salvador took to

The road and thrilled and chilled some audiences,

From the East to West, around the world,

Until Sam died and Salvo lost his potency.

In Mandalay, the audiences mourned

For them, as recently as 1932.

When Salvador, the Matador,

Died of heart strokes, the folks in Spain created

Statues for them both as naked, loving

Partners joined together at their hips

And lips.  The spirit of Fernando did

Some flips.  Most Spaniards surely, Shirley, hid.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md., retired, Welland, Canada, July 7, 2013