Kaylee Kelly Poem by paul righetti

I’m sitting with the driver girl
Who brought our bus to Delhi
And she tells me that she goes by
The name of Kaylee Kelly.

She used to oil the chair of death
In Pleasant Valley prison.
Although she did time in the ring
In two or three divisions.

Now over here to find herself
And lose a jilted warden
She’d love to get some Hindu flesh
And feed on it ‘till mornin’

Kaylee Kelly! Kaylee Kelly!
Pat my head and rub my belly
Kaylee Kelly! Kaylee Kelly!
Meet me down a darkened alley

Her mother raised her on her own
And lowered her ambition.
So she arranged a union card
And worked the Seaman’s Mission.

But after twenty-one tattoos
And much incarceration
She agreed the time had come
To go and serve her nation.

Kaylee Kelly! Kaylee Kelly!
Way more cool than Fonzarelli
Kaylee Kelly! Kaylee Kelly!
You and me and aer’plane jelly

She’s wearing someone’s aftershave
That girl she met in Malta
And in the dim light of the bar
Her face looks like an altar

I pray that she has had her fill
Of charlatans and showmen
So when I close my door tonight
I may just leave it open!

Kaylee Kelly! Kaylee Kelly!
Dress me up in your red wellies
Kaylee Kelly! Kaylee Kelly!
Take me back to Pleasant Valley