Now Pedro isn’t an ugly lad
My wife and other ladies drooling
Is more than testimony to that
He’s got a great sense of humour especially when he’s fooling
And frightening folk with the length of the walk
Or saying it will be an age to dinner
Extolling the virtues of Porto in every talk
His incessant Dad jokes always a winner.
To prevent the gang from frazzling
On a trip down 700 steps from a sanctuary
Whilst in his one armed Ray Bans dazzling
Fresh clothing is always a necessity
On nights out Pedro has to look smart
For him it’s clearly no fiesta
When to set him apart
They make him wear a cheap suit made of polyester.
Pedro revelled at the opportunity
After a couple of choice wines and a port
For the chance to deliver the itinerary
For our following day afloat
Now the cooking demonstration intrigued me
When he said the last chefs name was pissed off
Something got lost in translation you see
As I think his name was actually Christoph
On the bus home it was quite interesting
When he started to sing to be fair
A song sung in falsetto quite amusing
From his favourite idol Carmen Miranda
Now I don’t know whether he was serious
When he invited us all to his hostel in Porto
But I knew my Mrs felt quite delirious
At the thought of seeing our leader Pedro.
So without further ado I’d like to thank the lad
For making the tour so much fun
For I am truly grateful and glad
For all the Douro facts that he’s given us in the sun.
- Author: The Retired Bloke ( Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2018 01:40
- Comment from author about the poem: My wife and I have just come back from a fantastic holiday on a river cruise on the Douro. The tour guide was Pedro. His knowledge of the region and his fantastic sense of humour made this one of the best holidays we have been on. This poem is about him...
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
A fine write - we were there last year but not with Pedro - he sounds like a great guide.
Yes he was excellent.
Sounds like you had a great time and Pedro sounds a great guide.
Yes he was excellent.
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