One day I met two Geckos <br />I asked them what they eat, <br />They said they eat all sorts of bugs <br />Except for their smelly feet. <br /> <br />Their toes smell like toe jams <br />The thought makes them so sick, <br />So they carefully spit their feet out <br />Then rest a little bit. <br /> <br />When rested they go hunting <br />No bugs are to be found, <br />So they eat the feet that they spat out <br />They eat them by the pound. <br /> <br />Toes don’t taste as bad as they smell <br />In fact they are a delicacy of sorts, <br />So they feast on the mound of toes spat out <br />Along with a bottle of port. <br /> <br />So the next time when they’re hungry <br />They remember the wasted toes, <br />So now they eat the whole darn bug <br />If they have to they’ll hold their nose.<br /><br />Mimie Durand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toe-jams/
