No more would she toil for a toxic culture
with its brain-rot television and plastic ecology.
She moved to a property full of hippies and wallabies,
Organic, off-the-grid and lactose free.
Waiting tables in town to pay the rent
Growing pumpkins out the back by the chicken pen,
where dwells her friend Brooke, the slightly mad chook,
Queen of the gang of rescued poultry hens.
For here, amidst the views of mountain and rainforest,
there are foxes! and goannas! and enourmous snakes!
And with the goshawks dropping in for a snack now and then, well…
Brooke was getting the PTSD shakes.
Brooke Brooke the slightly mad chook
watching her poultry peers dissapear one-by-one.
Until it was only her and Neville, the lecherous Bush Turkey,
Sharing the roost as the sun goes down.
Megan Megan the worried vegan
Wanted Brooke to have a family again
“To the Organic Farmer’s Mart I’ll go and find someone who knows
how I can rescue my darling hen.”
And so it was Megan Megan the DIY vegan
who met Brad the Trady at the Organic Farmer’s Mart.
And with his big shoulders and smile, well, she opted for denial
about the pork sausages in his shopping cart.
Megan Megan the love starved vegan
Found herself a bit flattered by Brad’s attention,
Over almond-milk chai they resolved to try
and bring Brooke out of her state of suspension.
They rescued her from the crumbling hen house,
using old screen doors to make it safe and tight.
They evicted Neville the lecherous bush turkey.
And got her two chicken friends to keep her company at night.
But big-shouldered Brad liked things that were so bad!
Pork sausages! dairy chocolate! omellettes!
and he didn’t believe the need for relief
from the tyranny of pharmaceutical conglomerates!
But big-bad Brad of course wasn’t all bad,
indeed there was one good thing he did with great zeal!
Soon he’d moved in and somehow Megan ended up
cooking Brad his favourite meal.
Meanwhile Brooke Brooke the slightly mad chook
was enjoying telling the new chickens exactly what to do.
Whilst big-bad Brad tried to fix the solar power batteries,
And sort out the smell from the compost loo.
And Brad Brad, who was becoming less and less bad,
(although there were still pork sausages in the freezer)
found himself less and less at the pub, and more and more at home
looking for his favourite vegan to hold and squeeze her.
Megan Megan the Mellowing Vegan,
hair dreadlocked in ochre and beads,
asks Brad the tie-dyed Trady,
if there’s anything from the shops that he needs.
And Brad Brad, who always wanted to be a dad,
looks at her baby bump and smiles contentedly.
Decides he can’t be bothered defrosting sausages and says
“Meegz, how about roast veges and brown rice for tea?”
Megan Megan the Earth Mother Vegan
And Brad Brad the doting Dad
Prepare for the home birth with mantras and incence
and all in white they’re clad.
Megan Megan the hormonally-blissed vegan
watches baby chase Brooke through the pumpkin patch
as she digs and clucks he giggles and struts,
happy and dirty, with the odd bump and scratch.