Graco

Saira Elizabetti
Feathers and Ink
Published in
1 min readJan 7, 2017

There once was a scaly gecko,

He was a vibrant shade of green,

Everything he said would echo,

Because it was so mean,

Everywhere he went was groans,

As he showed-off his long claws,

Others would shiver in their bones,

As he’d give himself applause,

Graco was his awful name,

Which nobody liked to say,

Everything was fun and games,

When he wasn’t out to play,

Nobody knew his whereabouts,

After he disappeared one day,

No one gave two pouts,

They were thankful he’d gone away,

Now they live in happy times,

All smiling with glee,

Nobody commits any crimes,

They all live so happily!

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Saira Elizabetti
Feathers and Ink

A small town Canadian girl with endless thoughts and hopeless dreams.