Pamplona’s got the click bait
Fancy tourist place
TV running with the bulls
Hope they see your face
Me, I had a different plan
More off the beaten track
When I was down for running bulls
It’s to the Azores that I tacked
Every weekend during the summer
On the island of Terceira
Different villages take a turn
To host the bull regatta
Most people hang behind street walls
For this must-see village treat
Ladies and old men watch the show
While young men hit the streets
Taunting the bull and making tight turns
Young and restless show their stuff
But a one-ton beast with great big horns
Can only take so much
The bull twists and snarls and makes his charges
His frustration gets intense
I once got chased onto a soccer field
Had to scramble up a chain-link fence
I clung to the fence just above his horns
We locked eyes and he snorted
He finally left to chase other guys
Before my fingers contorted
My buddies laughed and handed me a beer
Amused at my great peril
I sat on a wall, felt the cool breeze
Through my now sweat-drenched apparel
Once saw a guy, a real street showman
Give a bullfighting master class
But took one wrong turn, slipped on some sand
And fell squarely on his ass
The bull was quick, his head he flipped
Threw the guy into the air
Then gored him good while he was down
Before help could get there
Ambulance came, but show went on
All part of this grand game
You take a chance, you roll the dice
For adrenaline and fame
Waipahu Bob 