I am Tired of Gecko Poo
I am tired of gecko poo on the table,
And on the cooker, the shelf or the chair.
I am tired of doctor-flies and ants
And mosquitoes everywhere.
I’d love to hear English rain,
And feel the breeze in my hair
Wafting down the Downs in Sussex
To the seas of Brighton there.
I am tired of bats, though they thrilled me,
The first few months I knew.
Tired of the burning sandy sun
And never a decent loo.
The parrots that coloured my eye
And the lizards that cling like glue,
But most of all I am tired,
Really sick of gecko poo.
Catherine Broughton , Belize.
