Toe Jams Poem by Mimie Durand

One day I met two Geckos
I asked them what they eat,
They said they eat all sorts of bugs
Except for their smelly feet.

Their toes smell like toe jams
The thought makes them so sick,
So they carefully spit their feet out
Then rest a little bit.

When rested they go hunting
No bugs are to be found,
So they eat the feet that they spat out
They eat them by the pound.

Toes don’t taste as bad as they smell
In fact they are a delicacy of sorts,
So they feast on the mound of toes spat out
Along with a bottle of port.

So the next time when they’re hungry
They remember the wasted toes,
So now they eat the whole darn bug
If they have to they’ll hold their nose.