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The Boy's Own Paper The Boy's Own Paper March 7, 2014 Poetry Corner : Peter Kocan THE DIFFICULTY by Peter Kocan (HT Club Troppo  [now a dead link]) “It is difficult to eat well outside the capital cities.” — Food writer Cherry Ripe on ABC Radio, 1/10/97 It’s a heartrending thing to see A gourmet who’s been caught peckish And who knows he will never make it back To the capital by dinner time. There’s the look of mute despair in the eye, The slack lips and distended belly, The hand clutching the empty champers bottle, The weak voice crying out for caviar. We found a whole car-load of them once, Their BMW stalled by the roadside. We somehow got them back to the homestead And offered what we could for pity’s sake. There was nothing appropriate in the house, Just Mum’s Sunday roast with the trimmings, Followed by the apple-pie and cream. Of course they couldn’t swallow muck like that. We had to watch them wasting away. We buried the pitiful bodies by th...

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