WETHER TRIAL - 2002

Well,  the  sheep  were  really  unimpressed  and  viewed  the  situation

With  some  slight  suspicion  and  an  air  of  trepidation,

They  were  not  enthusiastic  about  the  day  ahead

And  would  rather  have  been  anywhere  but  in  that  shearing  shed,

Of  course,  sheep  could  not  appreciate  that  folk  had  travelled miles

To  see  those  woollies  strut  their  stuff  at  this  year's  'Wether Trials',

Shearers  fired  up  their  machines  and  as  the  fleeces  fell,

The  competition  waxed  as  fiercely  as  Grand  Final - A. F. L.!

Onlookers   clapped  as  points  went  up  and  groaned  when  weights were  low,

It  was  far  more  entertaining  than  the  weekly  'Footy  Show',

The  ladies  serving  soup  and  snags  were  just  a  tad  one-eyed,

Boo-ed  the  opposition  and  cheered  the  local  side -

(There's  no  truth  in  any  rumours  going  round,  for  goodness  sake -

Of  attempts  to  bribe  the  woolclasser   with  cream-filled  chocolate cake!)

As  the  day  wore  on  the  tension  grew  with  moments  of  high  drama

There  was  no  doubt  a  win  would  be  a  coup  for  any  farmer,

So  when  the  last  sheep  hit  the  chute  and  the  counting  was  all done,

The  ladies  celebrated  'cos  a  local  bloke  had   won,

And while sore  losers  vainly  checked  the  classer  for  a  trace  of chocolate  crumb,

The  organisers  gave  out  prizes  and  thanked  everyone  who'd  come,

The  sheep  were  still  disgruntled,  the  warmer  days  had  gone,

They'd   like  to  see  those  shearers  with  no  winter   woollies on!