Death of a Gecko

30 Apr

There once was a gecko who lived on my wall,

The problem, you see, was all the poo that would fall.

It became such a pain to pick up my broom,

And spend everyday sweeping my room.

Then one day, the gecko he ventured outside,

not noticing the dangers that above him did glide.

And out of the blue, a bird soared past

and gobbled up gecko so very fast.

And now that he’s gone, my little friend gecko,

I keep getting bitten by a bloody mosquito.


3 Responses to “Death of a Gecko”

  1. Ann Dowie April 30, 2013 at 5:25 am #

    Ha ha ha !

  2. trish April 30, 2013 at 5:57 am #

    That’s so good. Am impressed. Oh no, mozzies when pregnant and tiny baby.

  3. Sue jordaan April 30, 2013 at 8:29 am #

    I love this gecko poem – very clever. Love sue

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