Sticktoitiveness Poem by Ima Ryma

This gecko goes in downs and ups,
Whatever surface on I be.
I got my feet like suction cups
To make the move on just for me.
At times I slip and slide around
On surfaces dusty or wet.
But I stick to where I be bound,
Once I do have my notions set.
There is no surface I do meet,
That if I take my time and place,
I can defeat it with me feet,
Whatever challenge I may face.

How will it go with this gecko?
Up and down in defeat - heck no!