Agri' College.

July 22, 2017


Oh the years at Agri' College,
back in the mists of time.
The fun we had together
when we were in our prime.


I'm not sure how we made it
and came out qualified,
we messed about so often
but somehow we must have tried.


We slept through many lectures
and copied other's notes,
and never could remember
the Latin word for oats.


We learned of crop rotation
and of parasites in sheep,
then spent the night out drinking
and got stuck in a lamb creep.


We researched the spread of lungworm
and dug live fluke out of liver,
we practised trimming cows feet
and hid bits in Karen's dinner.


We stole eggs from off the unit
and boiled them in our kettles,
to supplement our eating
and keep us in fine fettle.


We'd examine  oozing pustules 
and debate brown rust in wheat,
whilst making sure the canteen
still had plenty left to eat.


We'd drink down pints of cider
when we should have been revising,
then panicked in the exam room
but the results were quite surprising.


We'd practise worming cattle
and then have a cow pat fight,
then go to the college disco
and dance long into the night.


Those days at Agri College
I remember with a laugh
but as I get much older
I feel sorry for those staff!
Jan Millward©



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