I’m a Truffle-Packer (not a euphemism)
I’m a truffle-packer
not a truffle-packer’s mate
I spend my time packing truffles
at just above the going rate.
I don’t find it boring
because truffles are so cool
being doing this now for twenty years
I’m a truffle-packing fool!
Posted in Poetry
Truffles (after hunting)
“Hunting truffles out in India… yah!”*
A little more civilised than hunting tigers as they sang of in days of yore.
Shoot with a camera, I say.
Otherwise your children will ask:
“Where are the wild creatures that belonged here yesterday?”
Truffle-hunting in the forests of England is the thing.
Capturing a truffle by stealth and harvesting it for its nutty taste is a sport and a pastime that can’t be sneezed at or knocked.
What say you?
*from the song Hunting Tigers by The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band (1960s) from an original song of the early C20th.