Crop Circle Found in Corn Field Spells “Y’ALL NEED JESUS”
The sheriff said it’s just teens drunk,
But preachers saw divine-type funk.
“Aliens come, but only preach,”
They whispered loud at Sunday speech.
The crop was swirled like Baptist curls,
In patterns fit for gospel girls.
One circle formed a perfect pew,
Another held a barbecue.
Then grandma cried, “That’s Paul’s old field!”
He sold it once, but never healed.
Now folks arrive with folding chairs,
To sit and pray ‘neath cosmic flares.
A UFO returned one night,
And left behind a neon light:
“We came for peace, not beans and rice–
But dang, your brisket’s really nice.”
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on December 19, 2020 by Alan Nafzger