Poems and Stories

Sunday, August 23, 2015

CPR (Chicken Parmesan Risotto)

Chicken Parmesan Risotto (CPR)



One night Phil said:
“Arlene? Can you cook chicken?”
She turned on the stove
As this story plot thickens.

She just learned CPR
And she wanted to cook
As the oven got hotter
She decided to look.

Hmmm…looks kind of dry
Oh well, Phil doesn’t mind
And he’s willing to try

She served it up well
And Phil took a bite
He turned sort of blue
This did not look right.

He grabbed at his throat
This looked like a sign
Then she remembered
CPR!  Just in time!

She turned Phil around
And squeezed him quite hard
She thought; “What if he pukes?”
They moved to the yard.

Phil was still blue
And was getting restless
Lack of oxygen does that
And can leave you breathless.

At last, Arlene won
The chicken ejected
Phil was almost normal
New dinner plans selected

Shall we eat out tonight?
Phil suggested with candor
Call Tom & Nelle, but
Tell them “NOT Colonel Sanders!”

  
From Tom & Nelle,
After Boothbay Harbor Visit
with Phil & Arlene Perlman
July 14, 2015




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