CHAPTER 2

THE HEAD

Delia came back from shopping, lots of goodies in the bags,
all types of different food and a bunch of cleaning rags,
I’d been writing all that morning and my hunger had set in
she’d bought some “local treats” for me, she told me with a grin.

So, I thought I’d have a look at the tasty food she bought,
I’ve never been so shocked, she’d purchased more than I had thought.
“Are you hungry, babe?” she asked, “Yes I am,” I cheerfully said,
then I opened up one bag and smiling at me was this head.

It had beady little eyes and teeth both white and red,
a crazy look of smiles upon this big old piggies head!
I said, “Crikey! What is this?” As it stared into my eyes,
and I’m not sure my lady expected my surprise.

She said, “I think you’ll like it, I’ll put it in a stew
with chilli and some vegetables, it’s really good for you.”
So, she put it in a pot and boiled it for an hour,
the look on Porky’s face went from smiling to sour.

I said I wasn’t hungry as a head I wouldn’t eat,
so she put it in the fridge next to the chicken feet!
Fish heads, bones and ribs also graced the shelves
my amazement and my anguish grew as further in I delved.

“Normal food” I couldn’t spot, like lizards, snakes or bats
food that I would like to eat, grasshoppers fried in fat,
I thought I’d start a diet, perhaps I’d lose some weight
and eat when there was “proper food” at a later date.

We invited her whole family to come and have a feed
most of them are poor, extra food I thought they’d need,
twenty people came, one pork head’s not enough
they demolished it in seconds, they just love the stuff.

I thought perhaps I’d starve to death, just bones I would become
my life was in the balance, my situation glum,
my wife went back to where she’d bought that scary smiling head
and purchased me some cheese, I’d eat sandwiches instead.

I’d have to do some hunting, catch a lizard and some snakes
find grubs beneath the trees, yum, grub sauce on lizard steaks,
that’s the way these folks should eat, not head and chicken feet
some good old Aussie “bush tucker” would make their lives complete.

© 2019 Walu Feral

“It’s more fun in the Philippines,” which is the country’s national slogan, is the third book in the series, “A Different Life, The One They Call Feral in Rhyming Poetry.” Which is the biographical account of my life.

 

 

 

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