Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

The Tale of Chicken Parmigianna

                Chicken Parmigiana, 
                Savory melted cheese.
                Mama Mia, that aroma,
                Brings me to my knees.
                Was enjoying my lunch,
                Till along came my cat.
                Chased her away, alas! 
                The Parmigiana on the floor, 
                Made a sad, tragic splat!


                       2/11/2021
                          - 3  ~

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Robert Pettit February 12, 2021 at 5:19 PM Reminds me of something that happened to me when I opened my refrigerator door one afternoon. The only exception was I had veal parmigiana. Good write.

Darlene De Beaulieu February 12, 2021 at 11:59 AM Hello Panagita, looks like you lost your lunch. Hugs Darlene xx Darlene De Beaulieu February 17, 2021 at 12:28 PM Hello Panagiota, oh good, there is nothing like a good laugh. Hugs Darlene xx Panagiota Romios February 12, 2021 at 8:01 PM Darlene! You are making me laugh! Perfect line. Pangie xxoo

Harry Horsman February 12, 2021 at 6:04 AM Missed the cat caused a splat, clever poetry, love the ending. Panagiota Romios February 12, 2021 at 9:05 AM Greetings Harry! So great to here your input and that ending, was fun, will agree! Pangie xx

Tom Cunningham February 12, 2021 at 1:00 AM Ouch, is Irene in your bad books lol. Tom Panagiota Romios February 12, 2021 at 9:07 AM Dear Tom, Dearest Irene...can never be in my bad book.a)) just look at her picture! She has captured my heart and soul for all time. Pangie xx

Gershon Wolf February 11, 2021 at 8:56 PM Cute... and amazing how you coupled the cuteness with a nearly Shakespearean denouement -- SPLAT! Bravo! ~ Lit Crit Panagiota Romios February 12, 2021 at 9:13 AM Gershon, voila! You caught it..."Lit Crit"~ you really kill me. Hope your weather warms up. Spring and sunny here. I will be grateful. Time for music. Capitol Hill is a no brain place now, protected by razor wire. Mishugenuts. Pangie xx