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
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