The Gecko lying on his stone <br />Is always very much alone, <br />Nor is the reason hard to trace <br />By those who've seen its form and face <br />It's hard to realise a mite <br />Can be so venomous a sight, <br />Or in its little frame compress <br />Such concentrated ugliness. <br />Now wonder other creatures fly <br />Each time a Gecko ambles by. <br />No wonder that its chosen mate <br />Recoils from the connubial state. <br />Yet underneath its skin, we're told, <br />There beats a heart of purest gold. <br />Its children do not know neglect; <br />It treats its mother with respect. <br />It never, ever beats its wife, <br />And lives a most unblemished life. <br />Its aspect is its sole defence <br />Against the world's malevolence. <br />So when you see a Gecko stay <br />Uncharitable thoughts and say:- <br />'The gruesome are not always gross- <br />even a reptile bears its cross!'<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gecko/
