Auction Gone Wild

Pa went in just for a rake,
Left with llamas and a wedding cake.
Granny blinked and raised a flag,
Won a bid for a disco stag.
Ma clapped once–bought a tire fort,
Lou got sold as a tractor’s consort.
The preacher sneezed and bought a shed,
Now preaches sermons in Tool Barn Red.
Uncle Jeb tried to buy some corn,
Got two ferrets and a unicorn.
The auctioneer talked fast and sly,
Sold the moon and half the sky.
A goat in glasses made a bid,
Then sued when told “You’re just a kid.”
By sunset we’d spent all our dough,
And owned a mime, three pigs, and snow.
So if you bid, beware your clap,
Or wake up married to a cheese wheel’s map.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on May 22, 2023 by Alan Nafzger

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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