The gecko does sell insurance,

You have my therein assurance,

But from the beak of that wily bird,

I doubt insurance sales in the future will again occur…

He drives his own little car,

In the company he really is a star,

His own parking space, secretary & office bar,

What will the company do now, that bird is eating its star…

Maybe next they will hire an alligator,

Won’t be snatched up by some bird, no way,

Though they may have to hire themselves a translator,

They will also need someone that will to him cater,

This stupid poem is going nowhere, so let me for now say, see ya later…

          © ed ~ 9/21/05