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Rated: E · Poetry · Animal · #855444
What have we learned this year at Milkman Academy?
In Milkman’s school, I learned to moo
And milk, and rake, and brush;
I learned to like the sunrise sky…
I fed the pigs their mush.

Math was counting fresh-laid eggs
And literature was sleeping.
History? The Milkman’s tales
And music, new-chick peeping.

Gym class lasted all day long
And foal’s first breath a science.
Detention was a dirty chore;
Farm justice for defiance.

In Milkman’s school, I learned to write
With paw, or hoof, and ink –
The poetry of farming school
is sweet, warm milk to drink.
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