Goat Elected Mayor After Beating Corrupt Councilman in Mud-Wrestling Debate

In a town where cows outvote men,
The council ran on lies again.
But Farmer Jake said, “Y’all just wait–
My goat debates, articulates.”
With horns held high and boots to match,
She took that councilman to scratch.
In ring of mud ‘neath twilight sky,
She tossed his suit and blackened tie.
The crowd went wild, the pigs did cheer,
“That goat’s got truth between each ear!”
She bleated plans for hay reform,
And sniffed out lies in classic form.
With ballots cast in biscuit tins,
She won by twelve and some cow grins.
Now City Hall smells faintly farmed,
With goat on desk, and lobby charmed.
She signs each bill with hoof and nod,
And bans all speeches longer than God.
The press reports from stable loft,
As lobbyists bring apples soft.
And though she chews her meeting notes,
She polls ahead of human votes.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on January 12, 2023 by Alan Nafzger