Pedro Poem by Patricia Kelley

Do you see him over there? He sits in the chair in the corner with his sombrero over his head.
The woman I'm visiting would let him take the lead.
If only he was interested.
She says, I wonder if he stays away from me because my face is too red.
I'm always sick in bed.
The doctors don't know what is wrong with me.
What could it be?
It must be a sun-burn.
Don't you think so, honey?
He always looks so sunny.
If only he would turn,
His head, I would smile.
I love that old, Mexican's style.
I should just get up from this bed and whack him over the head.
That would surely get that man's attention.
I'd better not mention.
He's had too much tequila.
He probably has a Sheila.
He's so mean he teases me with water.
He won't bother to give me a drink.
I lie here getting hotter.
I sure would like some ice water.
He teases.
Never pleases.
He doesn't care.
Or he would share.
Pedro is his name.
He sits there with his donkey.
Pedro is his name.


I knew you would come, and give me some water after you took your siesta.
Mucho gracious, senor!
Pedro, are you ready for your fiesta?
Pedro, you're such a stinker.
Not to mention drinker.
I wanted you to meet my guest.
No need to beat my breast.
You always embarrass me with your actions.
Along with your distractions,
You really need to take care of that donkey.
He doesn't seem to be too happy.
You haven't been giving him tequila again?
Have you lost your mind?
Or are you going blind?
I'm ready for bed.
Turn you head.
Buenos notches, Senor, Pedro
Turn off the light.
Night, night!