Crop Circle at the County Fair
Ma baked pies, Pa hauled a gate,
When fields lit up like grandma’s plate.
Lou saw corn twist in the air,
And cows line-dance without a care.
Granny blamed the preacher’s text,
Which warned of aliens up next.
A circle formed with lights and bass,
Turned prize squash into glowing lace.
Judges fled from flying wheat,
As sheep spelled “HELP” with hooves on beat.
One UFO beamed up the jam,
Declared it “Best in Intergalactic Ham.”
Now every fair comes with a scan,
Of who’s from Earth and who’s just “Stan.”
So if your corn makes spiral vows,
Wave politely and milk the cows.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on May 4, 2022 by Alan Nafzger