Costume Parties

Showed up as a cowboy–no surprise,
Only to find folks in squid disguise.
Ma dressed like a cactus, green and proud,
Got stuck in the punch bowl drawin’ a crowd.
Pa thought he was clever as “Sexy Abe,”
But the beard fell off–revealed Cousin Gabe.
Uncle Ned came in a toilet seat crown,
Declared himself “King Flush” of our town.
The dog wore boots and a judge’s robe,
Won best in show for “Legal Bovine Globe.”
Aunt Flo thought it was a masquerade,
Wore lingerie and a live grenade.
The DJ spun hits from 1902,
We danced the Charleston in Scooby-Doo shoes.
Someone brought chili, dressed as a nun,
That haunted the bathroom ‘til Monday run.
We don’t throw parties with class or grace,
But Lord, we win in style and disgrace.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger earned his Ph.D. in political science, with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, blending his passion for farming with academic rigor. He holds a master's degree in public administration, emphasizing rural development and governance, and a bachelor's degree in political science, where he began exploring the intersection of politics and agriculture. With a dual career spanning 57 years, Professor Nafzger has established himself as an expert in both the academic world of political science and the practical realm of farming, ranching, and dairy management. He has dedicated his professional life to teaching courses on rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing his family farm, where he applies the very principles he teaches.

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