The Unfortunate End of Miguel the Matador

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 definite chap,
when he whipped off his cap he could put pretty girls at their ease.
So after politely declining their
favors (it helped if the lady was large)
He'd dress them in leather,
adorn them with horns, braced himself, and shouted "Charge!"
Miguel the Matador met an unfortunate end
When Georgenia, 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 that she cease and
desist, but she thought it was all just pretend.
Georgenia's greenhorn could no more
be torn from Miguel's unfortunate end.
Unfortunate end.
Unfortunate end!
The unfortunate-
End!