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"Dammit - I take your advice seriously!" Puggily said,
Squeezing as much water as she could from her tiny red pinafore,
(Looking rather embarrassed and dejected).
Twinkles, her prettisome guru, still could not speak a word,

As he/she, (gurus are asexual, you see), rolled on the grass, laughing -
'Laughing' being an understatement - clutching his/her stomach in hilarity ...
"Oh, gosh, my ribbies are gonna split!!" roared Twinkles, "Make it stop!"
But Puggily was not amused, her furrowed brow deepening ...

"I do NOT see the humor in this situation!" she said, shivering in the breeze,
(Smidgets are small, impish creatures, but they have a fierce sense of pride) ...
"Your wings are stuck together!" Twinkles roared, now turning red,
Puggily spinning on her toes, doing her best to dry out ...

She was also turning rather crimson, though for different reasons,
Her anger rising, along with chilly bumps on her skin.
"You might toss me a towel!" she cried, but Twinkles was lost to laughter,
Rolling and giggling, trying desperately to catch his/her breath.

The guffaws continued on for a good twenty minutes, then started to relent,
At which point Puggily had partially dried her diaphanous wings.
But when she tried to use them they just made a wet raspberry sound,
And this, of course, set Twinkles to laughing hysterically again ...

"Great Floppy's Flidgeon! You sound like a fart!!" Twinkles howled.
Well, poor Puggily had had about enough, and turned to leave ...
"Our hour is UP!" she yelled back over her shoulder, tossing a doubloon.
Normally she'd just fly off, but her wings were still too sodden,

And she wasn't about to make any more raspberries for Twinkles' amusement.
"It's just a saying ... a colloquialism!" Twinkles forced, between gasps ...
He/she never thought she'd take him/her seriously, you see.
As she disappeared into the purple mushroom forest, Puggily yelled back,

"Well, the same to YOU, then - go jump in the lake!!"
She strained to hear a splash,
But the only sound was Twinkles ...
Roaring with laughter.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Smidget Puggily And Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
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