The gecko’s tongues were
sticky, gelatinous and agile,
the better to snag
unsuspecting tourists and yummy
ever vigilant gummy bears.
Declining gummi bear populations
formed an armed militia
wielding plastic Wiffle bats
and wearing styrofoam armor,
prancing through waist-deep
crests of Christmas snow
sprinkled with reindeer poop
shoveled from the eaves
freshly steaming with warm
chocolate-chip cookies &
day-old Postum – but they
managed to survive for
half a century, although
some weird genetic mutations
gave them unsightly warts.