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.




© 2019, Walu Feral. All rights reserved.

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Walu Feral
I am an Australian living in the Philippines with my beautiful wife, Delia, our eleven-year-old daughter and her four older brothers who were surviving in a rubbish dump until we adopted them and gave them a home.

I didn’t begin to learn how to read or write until I was nineteen-years-old after running away from an abusive childhood at fourteen and living with the Nyamal aboriginal tribe in a Western Australian desert for five years. I’m so grateful that I did learn because now I have two published books and never stop writing.
It’s More Fun In The Philippines: Chapter 2, The Head
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8 thoughts on “It’s More Fun In The Philippines: Chapter 2, The Head

  • January 20, 2020 at 12:14 pm

    Hi, Fez

    lol, this is a funny piece of beautiful rhyming poetry. However, I thought you would eat anything after what I read in your book, The One They Call Feral. I eat pig’s head quite a lot because they are healthier than many other cuts of pork.

    I always enjoy your work.


    • January 20, 2020 at 12:16 pm

      Sorry, Fez, I forgot to mention that I should be around a bit for the next couple of weeks because I’m on holidays… Yippee!

      • January 20, 2020 at 12:22 pm

        Holidays, huh? You lucky bugger! I wish I could take a darn holiday. God knows both Delia and I need one. Enjoy, mate.

    • January 20, 2020 at 12:20 pm

      G’day, Willy and thanks, mate.

      I have to admit to using a bit of poetic licence on this one. Really, I just got a shock when I opened up the bag and saw a giant pork head sitting there grinning at me hahahaha! It’s actually great tucker and I eat it often as well.

      Cheers Fez

  • August 13, 2019 at 2:13 pm

    Hello Walu

    This is a great piece of biographical rhyming story poetry. The images you paint take the reader right there with you.

    I have to say that I prefer the head to the grub sauce on lizard steaks lol. You can get used to anything I guess.

    Well done, no corrections needed that I could see.


    • August 13, 2019 at 7:59 pm

      G’day, PD

      Thanks very much, mate. These days I actually prefer it too lol. Grubs and big lizards are awfully hard to come by in the Philippines.



    • February 6, 2020 at 2:52 pm

      Thanks, Barb, me too. I just changed the chapter heading to “Chapter 2” thanks very much for pointing that out.

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