City Council Bans Tractor Parades, Prompting Midnight Hayride Rebellion

They passed a law in tailored suits,
“No more tractors, horns, or flutes!”
The town folk gasped, then calmly stared,
And whispered plans no lawman dared.
At midnight sharp, with engines low,
The hay bales rolled in rebel row.
Miss Patty’s hog wore disco lights,
While Jeb’s old Deere played country fights.
They honked in code, they waved with pride,
While sheep did donuts curbside-wide.
The mayor peered through velvet drapes,
And fainted near his potted grapes.
By dawn the street was strewn with straw,
And slogans carved in chicken claw:
“Y’all can ban the day, not night–
We ride with hay and full moonlight!”
The cops just filmed it, sipped sweet tea,
And said, “Ain’t this democracy?”

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on April 6, 2021 by Alan Nafzger