This poem still gives me the heeby-jeebies remembering the incident!
Brush with Death
‘Are you ok?’ enquired the opposite guest
With increasing dismay.
The silent man shook his head, unable to say.
His ashen distraught face was horribly on display.
The alarmed guest on his left, leapt to her feet.
‘Please God help me give my dear friend sweet relief’
The arms of God wrapped around his moribund form
Squeezing the lethal plug away from its dangerous place.
Colour swept back into the saved mans face.
Amazing what lengths man goes, for a swift embrace!