The Smidget and Her Guru

The Puggily Smidgeburner and her Prettisome Guru Huddled on the mountain searching for intensified solitude Asking for answers on life's complicated absurdities Which is near impossible in Galveston's low altitude In the midst of a cerebral moment of blind groping Puggily was unexplainably attracted to Guru She was unnerved at the thought of physical connectedness Could it be-thought she- high altitude was driving her cuckoo Puggily Smidgeburner didn't walk, she ran down the mountain Her Prettisome Guru watched the spectacle and shook his head He had planned a gloriosity of a search for the truth But Smidgeburners have always tended to think best in a bed So he sat down on a nearby rock warmed by the morning sun And thought of the truth he came here to capture - then said,"Forsooth!" He pictured Puggity Smidgeburner and her seductive eyes And he knew he had missed a golden chance - and that is the truth 2-25-19 Contest:The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru Sponsor:Caren Krutsinger