Crop Circles by Rednecks

Lou got drunk and drove the plow,
Said, “Aliens need art right now.”
He spun a loop, then did a twirl,
Claimed it summoned a cosmic girl.
Granny swears she saw a light,
Turns out it was Jeb’s bug zapper at night.
The preacher warned of signs and wrath,
But took selfies in the flattened path.
Pa blamed squirrels with a flair for math,
While Ma sold shirts: “We’ve Been Path’d!”
Tourists came from miles away,
Paid five bucks just to kneel and pray.
Turns out the “UFO” was Lou’s new drone,
Delivering beer and baritone.
NASA called but quickly hung up,
When Lou answered with hiccups and a Dixie cup.
So next time you see a spiral of wheat,
Check for boots, not alien feet.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on October 14, 2023 by Alan Nafzger