Homewrok w/e 18/5/11

[Zondrae]

To show I'm still active, I am posting my homework for IBP. It isn't a masterpiece but sometimes I like to share. This is a true story.. There is more than one type of child abuse.


I’ll Never Be Hungry Enough.
Zondrae King (Corrimal) 05/11

If my mem’ry serves me well, my age was almost ten
A picture lingers in my head - that awful evening when
my mother took the silly notion, we should have for tea
a certain continental dish that still repulses me.

We all sat round the table and my father tried it first
to keep the peace, I’m certain, he pronounced “it’s not the worst
I’ve had. It isn’t like my mother made or what I’ve had of late.”
To prove his point, with much ado, he promptly cleaned his plate.

I poked the edges with my fork and had a little smell
but it just sat there threatening as if it came from hell.
“Try it, you might like it.” in a cheery type of voice
was Mum’s advice, before she told us, there was little choice,

“You will just have to eat it ‘cause there’s nothing else for you!”
My inside gave a little lurch I felt like I would spew.
“Can I have sauce?” I asked in vain. I knew she would say no.
“Just finish up,” she said, “you’ll miss your favourite TV show.”

No that was some incentive. She knew me oh so well.
Yes, Bandstand with its music hits was one that did excel.
I poked my portion with my fork and tried to make the bog
look just a little smaller. How I wished we had a dog.

And then I started crying as I put some in my mouth
I felt the contents of my stomach swiftly heading south.
The tears were dripping from my eyes and adding to the plate.
I don’t know what I’d thought it was to get me to that state.

A funny thing is that I don’t recall what happened next.
I know that mum was livid or you could say ‘rather vexed’.
I have tried it again to see if I’d changed now I’m grown
But if you have Polenta - you can eat it on your own.

[Neville Briggs]

Polenta...is bewdyful is polenty good.

[Heather]

Funny poem Zondrae. Sounds like something to steer clear of.

Heather

[Mal McLean]

Ha Ha. liked that one!

With my wife it was tapioca pudding. When she threw it up my mum-in-law tipped the bowl over her head. Ha ha ha ha.

Is this a common thing amongst women?

Mal

[mummsie]

Good one Zondrae, have to agree with you about polenta[YUUUUUK]it's right down there with Tripe in my opinion.Now that's another story.
Sue

[Heather]

The worst would have to be Lamb's Fry. Yuk! My mum made us eat it because it was good for us. Oh, and steak and kidney pie.

[Zondrae]

Aftrnoon all,

That polenta is a kind of stiff porridge made from Maize flour. It is a staple in my Dad's birth place. They used to eat it three times a day when he was a boy. Warm and gooey for breakfast. Then let go cold and set hard and slice like bread with topping for lunch and then re-heat with meat and some type of sauce at night. Glad I didn't live there and then.

I did try it just a few years back at a smorgasboard lunch at the Italian club. I cut a little bit from a big slice just for a taste. Still couldn't get it down. Can't explain why because I have always been a garbage guts and eat almost everything.

Heather, I like offal. Give me a good steak and kidney pie or stew any day or even well cooked liver. By this I mean- not fried until it is like shoe leather but just, just not pink. Haven't tried heart or tripe for that matter.

[Neville Briggs]

The worst is most certainly that Aussie home grown favourite ..Chokos. Very aptly named, when they were on my plate I nearly choked..

[Mal McLean]

It's all coming back.....heart...toungue.....brains.....trotters...badly smoked cod......kidney.....liver.....tripe.....brussell sprouts.....under cooked mutton....chokos..... chooks legs.....CRIKEY we were poor. You would pay a fortune for that stuff now!

Well, I'd better be offal then. CYA.

[mummsie]

You forgot the Pigs Trotters Mal......ooooops they are there, keep meaning to clean these glasses
Sue